throughout my life, i have repeatedly been told that i should write. i don’t think i am a bad writer, but it’s never been a passion. more specifically, i’m always told i should write a book. by all types of people for all sorts of reasons. i tend to think this was a somewhat silly and pompous notion, but lately i’ve been thinking about it more seriously. i have many stories to tell and last night i had an epiphany. it became perfect clear to me what would be the glue to hold his book together. the anecdotes of my life and my struggle with the constant reminder that EXCESS MATTERS.

this morning when i sat down to write about the book, the title of the book looked me straight in the eyes. excess matters. sure, i’ll have to come up with some witty tagline, like ‘excess matters : 25 years in a fatsuit’… but the premise will be the stories that make up my life and how being in a fatsuit for all of it effected my confidence, self esteem, and ability to really ENJOY my life.