Hey ladies...my introduction and a few thoughts
Hello all. Following are some thoughts that I just need get out. I apologize in advance for using this space in lieu of a journal.
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I'm almost 26 years old. I've been fat my whole life. Worse, I'm tall, large-boned, and fat, so I'm a sort of Goliath trying to fit into a peer group of the short, cute, fit people I see on a daily basis through my work and animal rights activism. I love them dearly, but I am not one of them. I think they see me as an outsider, as well, but not because of my fat -- because of the emotional instability that life as a fat woman creates.
My dear friend is to-die-for small and attractive. Every guy I ever like ends up falling for her. It's not her fault, of course, but it's difficult for me to always be just the fat, ugly friend. She is always in an amazing, all-consuming relationship with some wonderful man. I haven't dated in four years, and not for a lack of trying.
In my community of friends, there are so many gorgeous, smart, emotionally stable girls to choose from. Why would any boy choose me?
Emotionally, I am a loaded muzzle. My friendly, charming facade -- I call it my "new person" facade -- only lasts long enough to interact very superficially. Once a potential friend or lover sees the depth of my emotion, the utter despair and longing that lies within, no one will give me a second look. It scares the **** out of them, or just plain turns them off.
Perhaps this is why I've been fat my whole life. The late nights of binge eating, the deliciousness of salty snacks, the indulgent guilty pleasure of unrestrained consumption -- it's all a way to avoid confronting the emptiness of a life spent entirely alone. I believe that fat is not just a biological reality, it's an emotional adaption to a life in a society that does not permit open display of distress and anger. It's a way to be more whole.
I've wanted to lose weight as long as I've been fat, and never had any success until now. Recently I've lost 20 pounds, though I still have 40 more to go. Oddly enough, I know I'm ready now, because the fat serves a purpose that no longer protects me. I'm not afraid of life without it anymore.
I woke up this morning full of rage at the injustice of being fat and alone in a community that I love, but which does not love me back. I lashed out at friends who have grown so accustomed to my instability that they did not even react. I spent the entire day sitting in my office with my door closed, crying. I came home and cried some more. I should be happy to lose weight, but all I can think of are the relationships I've ruined over all these years.
I've wasted so much of my life that I can't retreive. I've done so much permanent damage that I question the value of even trying to start over...again.
As I cry, I imagine layer after layer of fat melting into the tears that don't stop. I imagine my bulk evaporating into the saddness I've consumed for over a decade. I imagine that, as the unwanted flesh is burned off, I undergo a chemical reaction of solid matter into energy -- emotional energy -- that represents every painful experience that has created this big, fat, hopeless woman.
As I lose this weight, I am as alone and desperate and needy and remorseful as I have ever been. I am crying out in pain into the vast electronic universe to remind myself that we are really all the same: sad and alone, needy but strong, and lost in a world that does not accept us as we are.
This is the quote I carry with me, to remind me who I am. It is more poignant then ever right now:
"Remember the rejections; remember who stands beside you and that, towering, you will not be seen. Remember, and spare the pain of repetition."
Thanks for listening.
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