So I tackled my own insecurities and made it through the classes and even went to the Zumba class offered at my gym. But then other chubby people at work and at the club are asking me how it went, like I am their ambassador. I know what they are asking. “Was it okay? Was it too hard? Did you sweat a lot? Were you able to finish? Can I do it too?” They see that I am a big person and if I can do it, they can do it.
I am “pretty fit for a fat girl” and am not starting from rock bottom. And I don’t care what people think of me. What are they gonna do? Call me fat? I know that already. The mirror in the cardio studio at the gym reminds me mercilessly. I know it. I know it when my heart pounds, my lungs heave, and every ounce jiggles embarrassingly. But I do it, I make it, I persevere, I don’t quit. I know why overweight people avoid working out this vigorously. It is because it is hard, painful, and can be embarrassing. It is not easy to change one’s life.
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