After driving around aimlessly, we finally ended up at the beach. I got the kids dressed in their swimsuits and we trudged in the sand to get to the water. By the time we got to the waves, I was wiped out from walking in the sand. Out of breath, panting and sweaty.
I plopped my big fat butt on the sand and watched my kids frolicking in the sea. I looked around at the other beach go-ers and saw that I wasn't the only fat person there. The only fully dressed fat person, and the biggest female out of the lot. That sucked. Oh, well. It is what it is.
This time next year, I will not be the fattest fatty there!
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