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Originally Posted by Truffle
I don't like anybody to see me walking either, then I get mad at myself for caring what they think.
Indeed, I used to feel too self-conscious to go out and walk as well. It's a miserable catch 22 to be in, and I hope you find a way to overcome it.
I just got home from a several-hour shopping trip with my sister, hitting the sales at the department stores. In the past I would have been miserable after the first store, my legs would have ached and I would have wanted to cry watching my sister pick out tiny, 'normal person' clothes while I was relegated to the plus section.
Today I can buy smaller clothes than she can. That's bananas! I walked away from the CUTEST jacket today (size petite medium) because it was so expensive, even on sale, but man, did it ever look cute on me, so I'm thinking it might be worth the money. I *did* buy boots with heels and three pairs of tights for winter, because I can wear skirts now without chafing and I fully intend to wear them all winter long.
The best part, though, is that she wanted to go home before I did, and I was neither exhausted nor in pain when we called it a day, in spite of the fact that I actually dressed up and wore shoes with a heel instead of my usual weekend uniform of jeans and a t-shirt. Turns out salespeople don't ignore you when you dress like you care about your appearance. Go figure.
So much has changed for me, and I thank you for the reminder of just how far I've come. I truly hope you find the 'aha' moment that gets you on your way. It's worth the struggle. I've been at it three years and I still have more to lose, but it's really been worth every moment.