Upfront, right away: this post is about sex. More specifically, about sex post-surgery. And pre-surgery. It’s not graphic, but it’s pretty matter-of-fact. I’m going to call a vagina a vagina, not a hoo-ha or some other clever alias. If you’re uncomfortable with that, stop reading now. I fully expect that this will be the least read post on my blog. I’m OK with that. Anyone who knows me well enough and for long enough knows that I’ve never shied away about talking about sex. (

Originally posted on Facebook, August 13, 2013 Time for some honesty… are you ready? On August 26 I’m going to have a Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy. I can count on one hand the number of people I have told. I don’t know why, but for the past 7 months, I’ve kept this part of life super secret. I didn’t even tell my mom until a few months ago. Perhaps it’s acknowledging the shame I feel about my own body shape. No, it’s not that. I’m fat and beautiful. I’ve always felt that way;