You'd think I'd love people seeing the results of my hard work, but ironically, I don't. I really hate it when people tell me they didn't recognize me or that I look so different. To me, I look the same -- part of being secretly obese I presume. So as you can imagine it's hard when someone says you look different. That's insinuating that I actually did look different than the image I have of myself in my head. Now, don't get my wrong, looking through pictures I can clearly see a difference, but that's in a pictures....We're talking about real life!
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Senior Year |
When I was single (which wasn't for very long), it was okay for men/boys to react that way. I might not have liked it, but it didn't affect anyone else. However, when I started dating and got married, it did impact someone else. During my younger years, I didn't handle all of these situations in the best way I could have. So, I think as a defense mechanism, I started gaining weight....without realizing what I was doing. The heavier you are the less people notice you (at least in a positive way).
I know, I haven't been raped or abused or have any of those other excuses for gaining weight to hide, but I do believe that anxiety and fear of doing something stupid is enough of a reason to gain weight and disappear. This may have been what started my weight gain anyway. I don't know what kept it going.
I do know this, every time someone calls me skinny (except family) or tells me how good I look, I feel anxious and I pray they will forget they are talking to me and move on quickly. I don't know how to properly respond to these people. I want to dress in clothes that fit and make me look on the outside how I feel on the inside, but I don't want people to look at me.
I remember this woman at the store telling me once that I was an attention seeker. It shocked me. I was just shopping with my 4 kids. I didn't know her and she sure as hell didn't know me. I don't know why she said it, but I thought if you only knew how much work it took for me to get out the front door this morning and face people....
And here I sit conflicted again. I want so badly to look like I did in the picture above, but I am scared to death of what that might mean for my relationship/life.
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