Confessions of a CrossFit Fattie

I have a confession to make:

While in the cafeteria at lunch, I eavesdropped on a woman's conversation.

She was a beautiful young woman, dressed in a summer skirt, her face with 1 part skin and 10 parts mascara.

Her head was buried in her hands. She was on the phone. In between anger and sobbing and outbursts of anger, she wailed: …