Two yrs. ago my DH wanted to take me hunting with him. He said, "here, you can wear these camoflage pants of mine, they are big and I wear them over my jeans". I couldn't button them on my fat waist. I had to just wear a long shirt and a stretchy belt with them to be able to wear them at all. This made me feel horrible. I never told him that I couldn't button them.

Everything!!

the thighs would be the number 1 thing, reason 1 i dont ware skirts, i think i would more if it wasnt for them.
before i met my boyfriend it was guys judging a girl on how she looks mainly and you had no chance with guys youn lusted after because of it, obviously now i know its better to have a guy who loves you for you, but still painfull memories.

The chafing thighs bit is horrible! When I have to wear a skirt without tights I spray the insides of the top of my thighs with antiperspirant - probably not very good for your skin but stops me being sore!

I really hate being the "fat" one out of my friends.

Also trying to find something decent to wear at Christmas is a nightmare - all the nice tops are sleeveless which is really frustrating :tantrum:

And most are Viscose whcih is a 'boil in the bag' material for me - I sweat buckets in anything Viscose - my back, back of my head and my forehead drips!!

i have bigger upper arms too but i dont worry about them too much....just go with it. only part im able to show without worrying about me, and my back, i got alot of backless tops, another reason i wanna work out harder, cause then i can have a leaner back and it will be more toned (specially my hips)

I can't ever say I was really unhappy when I was fat, but I certainly wasn't one of these ladies who say ooooh I love being big, big is beautiful etc. I worried about my health, I've always loved clothes but it was horrible knowing that nothing nice would fit and look nice. Thing is now I am what you would call slim I suppose I still feel as if I am that big girl its quite strange. Oh I remember I just hated seeing myself on camcorder tape and photographs. You never knew anyone who had as many chins as I once had. Oh and summer clothes oh the list goes on really

SW 14 stone 10lbs
CW 9 stone 9lbs
GW 9 stone

5"

Chafing, eek. It was horrible. I used to hate going on holiday with my parents when I was about 13 because my mum would take me shopping for a load of skirts, and then I'd be waddling around all holiday as my thighs got redder and redder.

Also, generally feeling unfit and blobbish, and like it wasn't worth putting any effort into my appearance because I was just horrible and fat.

from: watch_it_break
this is exactly what i was going to say... outside of a few specialty shops (which are, of course, twice the prices), most places' idea of "plus size" is something shapeless, or just frumpy looking, with either a lot of sequins/sparkles on it, or a big, loud pattern that just screams "HEY! Look at me, I'm FAT!"... and looks like something an eccentric old woman would wear. as if we're not allowed to have a sense of fashion, because we're bigger...

from: Sarah Ann
It does kind of make you wonder if the people who design and make larger sizes ever actually bother doing any kind of research to find out what plus size women want to wear. Perhaps they ought to employ some larger ladies in their design departments rather than just trying to scale up from the smaller sizes

These posts made me think of another thing that bugs me about plus size clothing ~ they make the neck openings huge ~ like our heads are extra large too :mad:

i think the idea of large necklines is its supposed to compliment your chest, but i agree they are stupid LOL.

Hate the fatc that I hate shopping for clothes. Hate being only half the woman I used to be (and twice the woman at the same time). Truly hate it that, whatever my husband says, I can't believe he fancies me anymore.

How sad is that? But its gonna change. Watch this space!!!!!!

Most things annoy me about being bigger , but one of the worse has to be Plane Seats , even the not to chubby , chubby people have problems sitting in them and being comfortable , i think its time they made amendments to these stupid seats on planes not just for overweight people for everyone in general.

:carrot: Teresa :carrot:

I used to hate shopping for clothes and I would NEVER use the changing rooms because I used to get so hot taking on and off the clothes - it wasn't helped that, at my biggest, I was also at the height of the menopause having almost constant hot flushes - losing the weight really seems to have helped with that. I used to take a tapemeasure and then buy several items, take them home and try them on and then return the ones I didn't want for a refund. It used to drive my husband nuts.

LOL Sarah

I've never tried clothes on, at any size, fat or thin! Just hate it. But when I was losing weight last year, I got to a point around xmas that I couldn't see myself as I really was. In my mind I was still a size 20... but for a month or two I'd been buying and fitting into size 14. But I just couldn't accept it - I didn't really 'feel' any thinner. I just thought 'Those size 14s are cut a bit generously'... Then something I bought at size 14 was so large I had to take it in to wear it... Then something else went back to the shop, after I got it home and it was too big... Then something else, etc... I've always been good at guessing sizes (used to make repro historical clothes for a living), and never had this problem before of estimating my own size so badly. Just seems there's a psycholohical time lapse, when you're actively losing weight, between what you perceive yourself to be - and what you really are! After about the 3rd size 14 that I bought, got home and was too big - DH made me try things on before I bought them! Almost a year on and I still don't feel like a size 12 and am still shocked when something fits me. And I really can't just eyeball something and know if it fits before I try it on - as I used to.

That's a disadvantage of weight loss, so maybe not strictly relevant!

Walking down the street and seeing my reflection in a store-front window, not recognizing the person at all, then being shocked when I realized it's me. 'Specially when I was thinking, "Man, that lady really needs to keep on walking..." That really sucked.