Brace yourselves for a long backstory in 3...2....1.....
On my mother's side of the family, I have nine cousins. Only two of them are girls. And all three of us were born within a year. So we've always been kind of...thrown together, I guess? And -- oh god, I feel like this is going to sound self-centered, but it's true, everyone in the family knows it -- the other two have always been resentful/jealous of me. (I was seriously ill as a baby -- like, "five percent chance of survival" kind of deal -- and so I always got a lot of extra attention as a child and when we were growing up.)
Anyway.
Weight issues run in our family, and all three of us girls were big all our lives. I was the smallest, but that wasn't saying much, you know?
Then in 2011 I started losing weight -- and that's when the claws came out, at least on the part of one of my female cousins. (We'll call her Jane.) Jane is two months older than me, to the day. She is bigger than me, but she carries herself as though she has a lot of confidence. To be honest -- she carries herself almost as though she thinks she's better than other people. But that's beside the point.
All the while I was working on losing weight, everyone --both in and outside of the family -- noticed and complimented me. Obviously, I wasn't doing it to be complimented, but it was still nice to hear.
The only two family members who not only didn't compliment me, but didn't even mention my weight loss -- not even once? Jane and her mother.
OK, well, whatever. I'm well aware that's due to jealousy, so to each their own.
Today, I found a graphic online that just immediately struck a chord with me. You ever have that experience? Like, you find a picture and you think, "Oh wow, exactly! That sums up how I feel perfectly!" It was a response to that oft-expressed line "Real men love curvy women; only dogs go for bones." The graphic I posted was captioned: "REAL men like whatever the **** they want. Real women don't refer to men as 'dogs' or other women as 'bones'."
Not thirty seconds after I posted the graphic to my Facebook timeline, Jane comments on it with one word: "WHATEVER."
.....Well now, that's real mature, isn't it, Jane? So...what, you can post your opinion (she has posted that "real men go for meat, only dogs go for bones" garbage numerous times) but I can't post MY opinion on MY Facebook?
It just....it's funny, because it angers me that she can't be at least the slightest bit happy that I'm trying to get (and stay) healthy. But at the same time, I look at her behaviour and think to myself, "You think you're jealous now? Wait till I'm done, *****. I'll put you to SHAME."
It's awful, I know....but it really is motivation to me. We're both bridesmaids in our other cousin's wedding in June of 2014, and I am going to wear the **** out of that dress.






