Party Hardly

I am going to a party today. My partner and I will be the fattest people there. The other people attending that I know will fall into several categories: never been fat and normal weight but on the diet train and lately pudgy and sad about it. I want to have a stress-free good time, but I was anxious about the event. Now I realize I can be beacon - of self-acceptance, of self-love, of having jumped off the diet train, escaped the prison of diets and self-hate. I am free. I don't have worry about myself - I got the message. Maybe in being myself, I can be an example. Cloyingly optimistic, I know, but maybe hoping for a better outcome is an improvement on worrying.