Despite what she says, ‘I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’m this, I’m that.’ I think she’s beautiful. She keeps herself together. She takes care of herself. She gets a walk in when she can. She doesn’t sit around with 1/2 gallons of ice cream (or whatever they’ve shrunk to) and shovel it in her face: “I’ll wait for Friday to have a drink or to have an ice cream sundae.” Sure she struggles with a sweet tooth in weak moments, but who doesn’t struggle with something at various weak moments?
She keeps herself together–for the kids, for me, for herself. I know it’s not always easy, but I love her for it.