I will be skinny by winter. I will order large black coffees that my honey little hands can barley hold onto. I will wear leggings and ankle boots, with large sweaters and scarves and still look thin. I will show up at family reunions, and humbly accept their compliments and comments about how much I’ve changed. I will curl up in the cold car, enjoying the lights and sounds of the holidays, not worrying about how fat I look. I will have earned that cup of hot chocolate and that cookie. I will be skinny by winter.
