A Life Less Overweight

At some point in my life, almost everyone who is important to me and dearly loved has made me feel fat. Of course, it’s never intentional. But you know how some people just look at you a certain way or casually suggest you might want to go to the gym because “it will make you feel better”? My parents have definitely done that, out of concern, I understand that. But there are only two people in my life who invariably have NEVER made me feel like they were looking at me critically or thinking that I needed to do something about my weight. The first person is my best friend. She is so fantastic, and although at times I am sure she’s thought I could lose a pound or ten, she’s never made me feel as though she thought so. The other person is my husband J. He is just so fantastic. He is the person who helped me through a lot of my body/self-esteem issues. And he always tells me how beautiful or hot I am, how much he likes my butt etc. However, as all women do, I don’t usually believe him, or at least think, “shit, if he thinks my ass looks good, his vision really is bad. Maybe LASIK surgery would be a bad idea…for my ass.” But tonight, getting into the shower, I caught a glimpse of my butt (the lower part, not the bass, we know how I feel about that) and my thighs from the back, and let me tell you, the view wasn’t too bad! Definitely looked better in cute undies than nekked, but not bad. All of the exercise I’ve been doing has definitely firmed things up a little. And while I still have a ways to go, I was able to see my rear view in the mirror the way he sees it.  I guess I’d  be all over that too!