It breaks my heart, and makes me so sad. More than anything, I’m embarrassed and ashamed.  I was initially drawn to the sport of soccer because my brother played. From there, it was clear very early on that I had potential. Of course, I enjoyed the sport, loved to win, hated to lose, aspired to score goals, and was determined to standout. I was driven and motivated by my individual performance. My mood was dictated by how well I thought I played, and how well my dad believed I performed–even from the young age of five. His affirmation meant the world to me. When itRead More →

Why can that bitch eat THAT and be that skinny

I hate her for being able to eat that and still be skinny. You know that girl. We all know THAT girl. You know, the one who so thoughtlessly devours the chips and spinach artichoke dip ordered to share. Then, without hesitation, delves into her hand battered chicken finger platter for her entree. Add the French fries to that, too. Scraped clean. Wait. It gets better. The waiter returns to clear the empty plates, and asks, “Would you like to see the dessert menu?” Before I could get the answer “No, thank you” out, she shouts, “Yes, please!”  Hang on a second. I sat there, thinkingRead More →