Rebeca, love what you said and it is so try...if we are trying, then that is not failing.
Rebeca, you cannot bring yourself down to please other people. If you gain weight to make them happy, they're probably saying "oooh...that rebeca has gained weight" and are talking about you behind your back anyway. Be happy with what God gave you girl...and if you are as kind to them as you are to us, you will eventually win them over. My mom worked in a factory and apparently had a very hard time with people being mean to her. She was such a prude (always wore skirts) and was the top seamstress in the factory...when they had bigwigs come in they would take them to my mom's sewing machine. Since they worked on production, they were really jealous of that. I know for a fact it coudln't have been because she was rude because she preached kindness to those who were unkind to you...it was one of her main messages through my childhood. Still, she eventually won them all over by being herself, and they ALL showed up crying at her funeral (probalby feeling like a huge tool for having been mean to her). Just be kind to them and be even kinder to yourself!
Aggie, you have a great opportunity to change lives and it couldn't have been given to a smarter, more head-on-her-shoulders girl. I saw your before, during, and after pics and gotta say I don't see what you see. We are our own worst critic. I got married at my (then) highest weight. My DH had never dated a fat girl, either. My whole life growing up I had a crush on this guy, Jamie. We just picked a lot (brother/sister) style in high school, and after he graduated a year before me I told him my true feelings. He was like "so, what did you make on your ACT?" Anyway, it was his nice way of saying "thanks, but no thanks." Anyway, I cried and cried because I knew he was perfect for me. After I went to college, lo and behold we became best of friends through email. He started coming up to my college for the weekend or helping me move in, cooking me dinners, or taking me antiquing (of course 2 hours or more from our hometown). He hated every guy I dated in college, and finally told my college roommate and her entire family on move-in day senior year that I was the perfect woman and he's marry me tomorrow...if I had a different body. They were SHOCKED. I was right beside him and I was thinking "how did this scrawny guy who btw has serious acne issues think that was appropriate." He never came out and said he liked me, but he would send me little email messages that would have numbers in the title and if you arranged the subject by the numbers it would say "jamie loves mary" or lame stuff like that. My thought was that I bared my soul and he was taking the easy road out. I wasn't about to meet him in the middle because I deserved someone who thought I was worth the risk just like I had thought about him so many years before. Anyway, I got married. One year later he married a girl (though he told me he didn't even like her and was only dating her to get some action only a year before). Now they're married and she's chunky. Oh, poetic justice. We're still good friends, but I say sometimes fabulous chicks with awesome personalities like us
need a filter...and fat was my filter to keep out the superficial jerks. It worked. I married at 210 and let me tell you I felt and looked GREAT. With my pg I got up to 246. Now I am 169 and working downward and it feels awesome to know I don't have to do it for my husbandn to think I'm sexy. I'm doing it for me (and my kid). Just because you're not as thin as you'd like doesn't mean you won't find a quality man. In my case, it's part of why I did! A good man who is the man for you will love you if you're overweight (now mind you I actually think you look incredible as is).