I'm not exactly sure where I should be posting this, whether in the depression thread, or perhaps the 20-somethings (since that's indeed what I am), or here. I apologize if it's the wrong thread, but, I just need to know if anyone feels the same.
When I look in the mirror, I don't see a confident person who has lost weight, I see all the weight that is left. When I look in a mirror, I see a fat, ugly girl (or woman, whatever your preference of words.) I step on the scale and when I see I've gained any weight--It could be a ridiculous amount of .5 lb, I freak out. I wonder what the **** I did wrong. I wonder why do I continue to still be this ugly, fat creature that seemly haunts the college campus. And it doesn't matter what others tell me, to assure me everything is OK--I think they're liars and just don't want to tell me the truth. It isn't an attention seeking behavior, it's depression. I had it in high school (my highest weight was indeed 245-248lbs; size 22) and I thought it had gone away during college. I started to FEEL confident and proud...Then I realized that I was still the ugly, fat girl, just in a different (and way bigger) setting.
My point is, I never "celebrate" or think about how much I've lost. I think about much I weigh now and how it's a disgusting number (about myself.) I google up "5'5" women + 135 pounds" to see any sites or pictures come up so I can kinda compare--just to make sure it is small enough so I lose weight to still look like a cow.
I really don't mean to offend anyone, I think you all are just lovely ladies, but this is what I feel about myself. I was just wondering if anyone else has felt this way, or heck, still do.





