So, I was a chubby teenager and then as I got into college started lossing weight and now after two children I am in the best shape of my life. Last week I was on the phone with my mom who lives overseas and she told me my dad had found a photo of me in high school and I looked so chubby. She said she was so proud of me and I look so beautiful now and have come into my own. Great, happy dance!
Today we were on the phone again and I had sent her some photos of the kids and she asked if I had lost weight. I said no. She said in one of the photos I looked scary thin and anorexic. She actually said she couldn't look at it cause it scared her! HUH?
My mom really hurt my feelings although I know why she said the things she said. Reverse Psychology, its her game. She said that so I would feel bad and gain weight. A photo though is just a photo and sometimes we look so different, right? I mean I am not photogenic at all and for that reason there was only one photo sent and it was my son on my lap so you couldn't even see my body. Apparently my arms looked too skinny.
I just feel like every time I go home which is once a year the only thing people comment about is my weight so naturally I want to look good. But if I look thin they all have something to say. Ironically I have been the same weight for the last three years! People are so judgemntal and so nasty. I say back home cause I live in a new town where nobody knows me so they can't judge me.
I get so mad because I feel like I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't. Why do I care what people think? Why do their opinions matter? I'm old enough to know who I am but I feel like my entire existance is based on my weight sometimes. People always talk about it when I'm around. I went to my high school 15 year reunion this June back home and felt amazing. My dress was so pretty and I had tanned. So I walked in and nobody recognised me? And then one girl actually came up to me and asked if I was "OK" Are you kidding me? she ruined my evening. Oh, and let me tell you half the girls there were super skinny, excuse me did she go up to them and ask them if they we "ok" as if to say are you "Sick?" or dying? Or was it just me cause I was the fat kid (which by the way in the FaceBook photos they posted they actually mentioned that.) Yes, I was the fat kid that everybody teased, and yes I did go to all the dances alone, yes I did cry everyday for a year cause I was bullied for being fat.
Sorry for the rant but I worked and work very hard to look this way and its never enough.
So part of me wants to say "BITE ME" and the other part makes me want to sit and cry cause I am human with feelings but being fat wasn't good enough and apparently neither is thin.


