Oh yes, this is something that I still struggle with quite a lot... For me (like MindiV) I think it's mostly related to the fact that I have so much loose skin now, which makes it very difficult for me to see myself as a "thin" person. My body parts might technically be the same circumference as a woman who
does look thin/normal to me, but because I can still pinch at the rolls of skin hanging off of my arms and thighs, *I* still feel fat and jiggly. Obviously I'm not the only one who has experienced this, and I am definitely hoping to incorporate more exercise and try to tone up what I can, but I also need to accept that there's only so much elasticity left in my poor skin...

Another thing that continually makes me feel "bigger" is my height--because I'm relatively tall for a woman, I will always weigh more than my 5'4" friends, and there IS somewhat of a limit to how thin I can get... Unless I miraculously acquire a model's built, I'm never going to be as thin as my thinnest friends, because they are much shorter! I know this - I swear, I do! - and yet it's always kind of frustrating to know that no matter how hard I'm working, my "number" will always be above the national average.

Does that make any sense?
I'd certainly like to think that I have slowly been developing a healthier (and more accurate) perception of my body, but I have also had quite a few experiences like yours, mandalinn82, where something suddenly triggered me to think
OMG, I AM MASSIVE. Especially feeling like the "fattest girl in the room"; gosh, I hate that. One memory that particularly sticks out is when I was walking across my school campus and out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy who I had been
completely obsessed with for several months--with his arm around this TINY 5'0" blonde creature. This is a guy who I had thought shared my feelings and had asked out with initial success, but whom had never called me... I think "crestfallen" is the best word to describe how it made me feel to see him with this girl. And honestly, it wasn't so much that he was interested in someone else, but that the someone else just
had to be (what felt like) the polar OPPOSITE of me! I looked at her and couldn't help thinking,
How could I have ever thought he'd be interested in a fat slob like me when he could have her?! I just felt like the huge ridiculous fat girl who had tried to force herself on a guy who clearly wasn't interested; like people would dismiss my feelings for him as a total joke and think "Who is she kidding??"
I hate that I let myself fall into that old role so easily. I'm still working on it! Someday I'm going to kick it for good!
