Hello everyone, I'm new around here and was compelled to join just to quietly view your before/after/progress photos for inspirational boosts...
But these past few days, I've been noticeably depressed and it's over something incredibly stupid though I'm pretty sure the majority of us dealt with it at some point.
Within the span of a year or so, I lost about 80 or so lbs — certainly not as impressive as a lot of you. I was actually disappointed with myself, as I'd been pushing myself pretty hard and had a set goal in mind (which was to be down a full 100lbs) so I overtrained and starved myself, only to hit a plateau. So I disregarded exercise as a whole for a while, I was working off a bummed knee anyway and all signs suggested I should take some time off. This turned into a long stint of eating whatever I felt like eating but not over indulging, which really didn't do me any favors. I went back up a couple pants sizes, but I'm once again on the decline.
I just figured I'd add a little back story here since I haven't got much of a profile.
my problem is, eventually I may need lipo or some sort of laser treatment to deal with unwanted scars and cellulite which aren't much of a big deal in comparison to getting breastwork done.
I hate my breasts, I really do. I dropped a full size and I think it's rather noticeable. The notion of surgery terrifies me and is way too expensive anyway, and a good bra can be deceptive enough on any day
But I've just been feeling especially lousy thinking of my boyfriend and how disgusted he'll be when he sees what's going on underneath. I've seen saggier beasts, mine have a few unnoticeable stretchmarks along their sides, but the fact that they could be worse doesn't make me feel much better. That probably makes me sound selfish and bratty, but I can't shake the feeling that my boyfriend deserves way better than some unappealing girl who didn't have enough brains to take care of herself and now he's gotta deal with this too. I've read your kind words in past threads and the support here is great, I just don't know what's going to change my mind or make me feel any better. I know that if he really loved me it wouldn't matter and to be honest, it probably doesn't. He probably won't even notice because intimacy isn't a beauty pageant or something like that, but this is just an awful feeling and I can't shake it worth anything.
Is anyone else in a similar boat?
It might be the fact that I'm 25 and still a virgin that this is so bothersome, men have said in the past that they really don't care about that stuff in the end. Battle scars, sagging, a bit of excess skin holds little relevancy with love if it's indeed love..and yet.
I read about a few supplements I could take to reduce how drastic it looks, or apply oils, things to expand the skin, but I've also read a lot of it getting written off as a ruse, and that the only thing that can help at all is surgery. I find that hard to believe, though I know there's not a miracle exercise I could do or any sort of tablet I could take to get defined and perky breasts, but any little bit of help would be appreciated.
I've got about 30-40 more pounds I want to lose, and I'm scared of what's going to happen. I always double up on sports bras when I do cardio, so I think that helps a bit?
I didn't mean to be so long-winded here, I apologize.

