Let me think about it. Would I mind talking about myself? ummmmmm....nope. No problem with that. But Michael didn't tell me WHO I would be talking to.
Turns out I would be addressing the entire staff of Apollo. Didn't find that out until about 3 minutes prior.
But I had prepared a little slide show with pictures...because who doesn't love a picture?
So I got up to speak at "happy hour" at Apollo. They had no idea what they were in for. The point was...I am guessing...if for a person with a lapband to tell there story...so those who work in accounting, or manufacturing, or wherever, can see what their work really translates to.
I opened with some before and afters.
Just so they could get an idea of where I came from. But, to get an idea of WHO I was...I followed up with this nude shot of me striking a pose.
Not much has changed.
And then I took them to wear I am today. I showed this picture and I ACTUALLY STARTED CRYING. Seriously?! And the only way I could stop crying was to say "I must be PMSing." Which they liked. But this picture represents two women, one with lapband and one with gastric bypass, who because of a choice they made (me 7.5 years ago, and for Rachel...10 years ago?) we can climb walls. We are strong. And we get to do that together.
And then...I said...
"I found love and became a half-lesbian. This is not necessarily a side effect of the band, but you may want to list it as one".
I had them hooked then. #iamahalflesbian led to many a conversation that afternoon and evening. The number one question..."What IS a half-lesbian?" A better way to say bi-sexual. Duh. But like I remind Heather, I am 100% lesbian with her for the rest of my life.
And like to throw in this diddy because I think I look like a muddy sex goddess.
So my little speech was a success. At one point I was talking to an employee and I spit on her jacket a little...and I apologized. But she said "I will never wash this again".
Damn it. My ego was eating that up.
And so it goes folks.