So I've yo-yo'd with my weight all my life. I went from size 18 as a freshman in high school to a size 4 by senior year. Similar thing in undergrad and grad school... I met my husband in grad school. Ended up getting fit while we were together, we got married, had a baby... and then because of a medical disorder that went unchecked, I ballooned up to almost 300 lbs.
The point of me sharing that is I was happy that when he first met me, I was at the start of my weight loss journey. Sure, I got to end up being supa sexy tiny-weenie at one point only to gain so much weight and have a 10lb baby born as a "premie"... but it sort of gave me peace of mind knowing he loved me for me regardless of what the scale read.
Something else I noticed, as great as the attention is when you can rock a tiny bikini or daisy dukes, I found myself super picky about the men I dated whenever I was smaller, because I knew most of them would not have given me-me, my personality, even friendship-the time of day.
Insecurities will always be there regardless your size. Like the poster said above me, at the end of the day what matters is being confident, loving yourself and finding someone who loves you for you--irrespective of your size.
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