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Day 78: beware barking dogs

19 Mar


If your feet could speak what would they say?

According to my massage therapist, my stinky feet told her I am about to get a urinary tract infection.

Two days ago I had my much anticipated deep tissue massage.
As my massage therapist began the treatment, she stopped and looked at me with a serious face, asking, “Do you really want deep tissue?”

My answer was, yes please! with a deep sigh of gratitude.
My last massage was hot rock, and while I loved it, I was feeling the need for some deeper tissue work.

She then looked at me and asked “why do all the skinny girls want a deep tissue massage?”

To that, I just shrugged with my best, “I dunno?” look.

This was just the second time in two hours I had been called a skinny girl.
The “waxer” over at European Wax Center tried to console my fried and fragile nerves by saying “you know, a lot of skinny girls cannot handle the pain of waxing.”

It actually sent me way back to my nineteen year-old self.
I remember sitting on the doctor’s table having just been out of cancer treatment for a few years. My doctor was inspecting two swollen lymph nodes in my groan area (the original cancer site was in my armpit, but hey, the groan is just another great place to have doctors poking around), when he remarked, “you know, this could be nothing, lymph nodes are just easier to see on skinny girls.”

Flash forward, and there I lay on the massage table thinking,
What’s the skinny here!?

The Skinny Bitch surfaced inside of me, pondering the situation.

Then Dimple-ty Do Do exclaimed:
“One more skinny girl remark and we’re going straight to Starbucks for an ALL whip, ALL fat, whole milk, extra shot Venti Mocha! Actually, make that two.”

Skinny Bitch hushed her back and continued with the massage.

I’m grateful for the deep tissue choice.
As my masseuse ran her fingers down the arc of my foot I yelped with a loud wince.

“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“Yeaaaahhhhhh.” I nodded back.

“I think you might have an urinary tract infection.” she replied.

“Really? I don’t feel anything” I said back.

Just to be sure she ran her fingers down the other foot in the same place.
“Yaaaouch” I said under my breathe.

Yup. Something is a brewing in the old bladder.

If there’s one thing Skinny Bitch isn’t taking this week:
it’s risk.

I’ll be drenching myself in sugarless cranberry juice.
It tastes tart-fully awful actually.  (much better if I blend it up with bananas and strawberries I find)

But it’s so worth the investment before we leave for Mexico.

Brings new meaning to dogs that bark.
And preventative medicine.

So here’s a question:
When was the last time you had a deep tissue massage?

Day 34: dear skinny bitch

3 Feb

And now, I give you the letter  from Dimple-ty DoDo to Skinny Bitch:

Dear Skinny Bitch,

You think you know it all. Have answers to everything, don’t you!?

Well, don’t you?

It’s not easy living up to the dream of perfection, keeping up with the pace of your creativity. It is kind of exhausting. Excruciatingly so.

I need more fuel, so I eat. I need more love, so I beg.

There’s no other way to get your attention than to pile on some dimples on the posterior or make it so your pants don’t button.

I know, mean tricks on my part.
But, I (you) need rest, reflection and some fun. Just a little play goes a long way you know.

And that’s what I’m afraid of …being left out, while you go run ahead and forget about ME.

WHAT ABOUT ME!!???
There. I said it. Now, you know where I’m coming from.

You want love? I’ve got bundles for you! Just let me in.

xo- Dimple-ty DoDo

The above letter I wrote from my fat voice, (Dimple-ty DoDo) to my skinny voice (Skinny Bitch). This letter is copied directly out of my journal.

This exercise is inspired from Chapter 2 of the Marianne Williamson book: A Course In Weight Loss: 21 Spiritual Lessons For Surrendering Your Weight Forever. To see Skinny Bitches letter, please read yesterday’s post.

The premise is below:

Although the point is not to hate Not-Thin You, you cannot get to love without first acknowledging what stands before it. Once you have told your truth to Not-Thin You and then allowed her to respond, you will learn a very important truth: she does not stand before you craving food: she stands before you craving love.


Day 33: dear fat self

2 Feb

Today, I share the letter I wrote from my skinny voice (Skinny Bitch) to my fat voice, (Dimple-ty DoDo). This letter is copied directly out of my journal.

In yesterday’s post on ThePromise365.com I promised to share my letters.  This exercise is inspired from Chapter 2 from Marianne Williamson’s book: A Course In Weight Loss: 21 Spiritual Lessons For Surrendering Your Weight Forever.

The premise is below:

Although the point is not to hate Not-Thin You, you cannot get to love without first acknowledging what stands before it. Once you have told your truth to Not-Thin You and then allowed her to respond, you will learn a very important truth: she does not stand before you craving food: she stands before you craving love.

Without further ado, I give you the letter from Skinny Bitch to Dimple-ty DoDo.

Dear Dimple-ty DoDo:

What got into you?

Where did the canyons of fear come from anyway?
Is it too much attention you fear, or never being pretty enough?

Are you afraid of never living up to the standard of the beautiful people in your life?

You could be free and happy, fearless and powerful! You could run and run and run!

What’s holding you back?

Know I am here to hold your hand, to take every breathe with you.
Because I love you, fully and deeply.

xo- Skinny Bitch

Tomorrow, Dimple-ty DoDo gets a chance to respond.


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