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JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
Tina Kennard got out of the shower and wrapped the bath towel around her body – it didn’t quiet meet at the ends. She struggled until one end was tucked under the other so it was tied around her body. She glanced at the scales in the corner and took a nervous step towards them. As she moved her knee throbbed and she winched as she moved – it wasn’t getting any easier despite her doctor reassuring her that it was just a little minor problem. She bent down to pull the scales out and the towel lost its battle to stay together and dropped at her feet. Muttering something about towels shrinking in the washing she stepped onto the scales. She closed her eyes – it took her a few seconds to summon up the courage to open them again and look at the scales.
80k or put in a language she understood about 11 and a half stone. God – that was the heaviest she had ever been. She hadn’t weighed that much when she had been pregnant with her son Matthew. But she had put on weight when she had been pregnant and it had been a hellish birth that had meant she had been having health problems ever since. All the same – that was no excuse for being worrying close to 12 stone. She had let herself go in the nine months since she had become a mother for the first time. She couldn’t remember the last time she went to the gym – well that wasn’t true. She had gone about 3 months ago but had felt so fat and had become so frustrated at her inability to do anything close to the levels she had managed on the bike and the treadmill pre Matthew that she had not gone back again. She made plans to go but always her schedule managed to put excuses her way. She felt frumpy and she hated that. For better or for worse her job was making movies and in movies the slimmer you were the more screen time you got – fat people were usually baddies. God – what a sick business she worked in.