When I was fat, my husband thought I was gorgeous. He made me feel so good about myself when I was at my absolute lowest. I could always count on him to bring me up.
So what the heck happened?
He won't stop picking on me and I finally blew up at him today.
He can't wait until my legs get back to the way they were in college. Um...they might not.
My boobs have gotten too small...although last night apparently they were huge again...what happens when they change again?
I have rabbit feet (a fact actually, but thanks honey)
He made fun of my fat belly, the only part of me that does not tone but just looks like a shrunken version of its former self.
He looked at a video of one of our lovely 3FC members who shows belly shots of her amazing accomplishments. She was in a larger size than me and a heavier weight and my husband went on and on about how much better she looked than me.
Last night he told me I had a mustache...I don't. I told him that was a very hurtful thing to say. Then he wondered why I rolled over on the couch and just ignored him.
He loves to tell me my pants are too tight or that an outfit I've proudly purchased makes some part of my body look flawed. Oh, and if the pants aren't too tight, then I have a saggy butt.
This morning...he pointed out with laughter the fact that I have a zit, or something on my chest that has been there for YEARS!!! (Therefore it's not actually a zit) This thing bothers me to no end and I compulsively pick at it and make it angry. It's actually starting to look better but he knows I am extremely self-conscious about this stupid thing.
I've reached my breaking point!! Quit picking on me!! I have done such amazing things and I am really proud of myself! It's almost as if he's telling me, "Hey, you're not everything you think are." Like he's trying to keep me down, keep me in a box, hide me away? It's possessive behavior and this morning I actually told him that people who didn't know him and only heard these things would think he was verbally abusive. He was horrified and rightfully so! He's not an abusive man...far from it. But goodness sakes he's making me feel HORRIBLE. Like nothing I do is ever going to be good enough. I didn't know I'd set out on this journey TO PLEASE HIM!
Why was I so perfect fat?????