Slow Study  

I may have nodded sympathetically, but secretly, I might have been thinking that your “struggles” were just a matter of willpower. Or getting off the couch. Or saying no to cheesecake.

I’m sorry I didn’t feel sorry for you.

I’m over 40 now. I hear you. I see you. I am you.

Since I mostly live in black slinky (or gray, because a girl needs variety!) skirts and loose shirts, I didn’t notice the weight slowly creeping in, like an uninvited Shabbos guest who’s expecting Melaveh Malkah.