It has been 11 days since the last comment & a lifetime of feeling like this. As cliché as it sounds I hope the New Year brings me much joy.
The Comment that stung: 11 days ago I went over to my aunts house to give her a pedicure and manicure. As I walked into the door her friend was there (I have not seen her friend for the past 15 years. I believe I was about 8 the last time I saw her). She then begins to tell me how big I am. She did not say fat, she said big but I know what she meant. At one point in time she said to my aunt “look she’s bigger than the both of us”. I just stood there with an uncomfortable smile on my face because I felt awkward, and it caught me off guard. After that every chance I got, I began to look at myself in the mirror and question how fat I was. I knew I was big, but was I that big that she had to greet me like that. People say words don’t hurt but they really do.
As far as I can remember I have always been the ‘fat’ one. It was always an issue with my parents, family, and friends. I think this is what caused my anxiety. I am so used to people looking at my fat rather than me that I just feel like they are judging me. I feel small & insecure and I just want to burry myself and die. My mother is slim, my sister is pencil thin & then there is me. The fat one.
I remember as a child I used to hate being around people (especially family) because the issue would come up. I remember one summer (when I was about 11 or 12) I spent with my Dad. I got sick during my vacation and my step-mother took me to the doctor. During the visit the doctor weighted me. My step-mother went back and told everyone how much I weighted. I was so embarrassed. I also remember a comment from her that stuck to me that summer (And I think it’s the reason why I have issues with it comes to relationships). “You need to lose weight, guys don’t like fat girls”.
During my early teen years I isolated myself from my family and I would hardly go out. When family came over I would always pretend to be sick so I would not have to deal with their comments.
During my second year of university 4 years ago I began trying all these diets. The Atkinson/Low Carb, The Fat Smash, The Raw Diet. After reading tons of articles I came to the realization that diets do not work. One has to change their lifestyle or else the weight will come back as soon as you are off the diet.
I was determined to lose weight. I began tracking my food intake and exercising at least 5 times a week. I lost 40llbs and I was 4llbs away from my mid-goal. I felt good about myself & I gained some confidence. I was going out more. I think celebrating too early was my tragic downfall. I slowly began to forget my routine (I was not consistence & some of my old habits were coming back). And within 1.5 years I gained most of it back.
I am now 23 on my way to graduate school and I am sick of my fat holding me back from my full potential.
**I hope it doesn’t sound like I am ranting. I just had a lot to get off my chest.

Good luck girl.
It sucked! If you need support, I'm here and I understand what you're going through. 