Still, there are a few things holding me back, and it all pretty much falls under "head stuff." Because I have despised my body for so very long, I am finding it difficult to love it now, even in its much-reduced state. I'm terrified that my mind will never adjust to my new body and that I will always think of myself as fat, fat, fat. I find that often, instead of celebrating my accomplishments, I continue to pick apart the flaws -- the places where the extra weight is last to leave, like my lower stomach and thighs and the backs of my arms.
And then there's the loose skin. I've read the FAQ, I know the facts, and I know it's still better than the rolls and rolls of fat I had, but I'm struggling with the truth that I'm just never going to look good naked (barring a lottery win that would enable major plastic surgery!). I understand that our bodies have their own history, too, and it's not realistic to think that we can wipe it away... yes, I *know* these things, but I can't help but be disappointed when I see my image in the mirror.
Is there something wrong with me? I always assumed I would have loose skin, and I never expected to be able to wear a bikini. So why am I disappointed? Am I just a freak? Do these kinds of feelings get better over time? Sometimes I am filled with regret over all the years I wasted obese and unhappy, but I'm afraid I'll waste the next because I can't come to terms with the body I have now.
I look forward to any advice you maintainers may have for me. Again, this is really only venting the deepest, darkest emotions I'm feeling. I'm mostly thrilled to be 115+ pounds lighter, so my apologies if I seem like a big whiner!



