I always forget about the airplane seat thing until I'm boarding the plane (at least twice a month) and then I try to convince myself that the seats are just smaller now because of the cheapo airlines.
I hate the stares and the name calling.
I hate how family is not supportive (Calling me fat and unattractive and then 2 hours later 'surprising' me with a pint of Ben and Jerry's, which I did not ask for.)
I hate how my husband's family stares at my double chin and stomach.
I hate not having clothes that fit me properly.
I hate not being attractive to my husband.
I hate going out in public.
I hate feeling ashamed for how I look.
I hate the hanging skin from current weight loss; I have 100+ pounds to go, how uglier is this going to get?
I hate dreading having my picture taken. I have hardly any pictures of me with my children.
I hate how I can't ride a horse because I weigh too much. I used to ride all the time.
I hate not having ANY friends or being able to make them after moving up north. Who wants to be friends with someone who is obese?
I hate not having ANY friends or being able to make them after moving up north. Who wants to be friends with someone who is obese?
This is one I'll have to strongly disagree on. I have amazing, incredibly supportive friends who don't care what I weigh. They love me for the person I am and the feeling is mutual. When I'm focused on weight loss, they're supportive, and when I'm having a tough time, they're there. I'm fortunate, but I'm also just as good of a friend to them. We go through breakups, disappointments, new jobs, lost jobs, etc.
I think anyone who wouldn't be a person's friend because they're overweight is a person with serious judgment issues, and anyway I wouldn't want to be their friend in the first place. Who needs that kind of judgment from people who are supposed to love you? Could you imagine if every person struggling with some personal issue couldn't have any friends?
You may be having trouble making friends because of your own shame/attitude toward your weight, but being fat alone does not mean a person has no friends, or their friends are somehow not genuine.
Last edited by Bridget Jones; 10-23-2011 at 02:02 PM.
I hate how my relationship with my father is now damaged due to him constantly making cruel remarks about my weight.
I hated how everyone commented on "How big" i've gotten throughout my childhood.
I hated not being able to find cute clothes in my size. Having to constantly shop online.
I hated how my jeans would only last 3 months due to my thighs rubbing
I hated how I was invisible to guys when I went out with my slimmer friends
I hated how every guy i dated never introduced me to their friends or family
I hated how fat I looked in pictures
I hate how I was nicknamed "big girl" throughout my whole life
I hated my double chin
I hate feeling like I'm not good enough for the guys I'm attracted to. They always go after the small, petite athletic girls... and I'm tall, chubby, and not so athletic.
It kind of isn't fair since I know I can offer them a super personality... That and deep down I feel like I'm a thin person, it just doesn't reflect on the outside.
My family are big beach-goers in the summertime, and I HATE being on the beach on vacation and feeling like everyone is looking at/judging me and my one-piece/thunder thighs. For once I would like to walk down the beach in my bathing suit (no cover up!) and feel confident!
I also hate that my weight holds me back from relationships. I never even try to pursue anything with guys (even if there's a hint they might be interested) because I'm SO SURE that they don't want to be dating a fat girl. I've definitely missed out on opportunities because of that.
Most of all I just hate looking in the mirror and being so unhappy. Because I see my fat self, but I also see what I could be if I just lost the weight. Which is why I'm here now.
So many things I hate. Not sure I can choose just one...
I hate that, EVERY single morning for two decades, my first thought when I wake up is my weight.
I hate that my nonexistent self-esteem has resulted in my being alone in my house every single Friday and Saturday night. I have accepted that I will be alone and die alone, and that is sad.
I hate that I am smart and good at my job, yet others get promoted. Not sure if it is my appearance or whether my lack of self-confidence keeps me from being considered a good leader, but either way it comes back to my weight.
I hate that I have to shop for clothes through mail order catalogs because I'm too fat to wear anything in the store.
And I hate that I have missed out on great opportunities because of my weight: I didn't go go-Karting because I was worried I wouldn't fit in the go-Kart. I didn't go to the amusement park with my work group because I was worried I wouldn't fit in the rides. I have avoided travel because of airline seats and because I worry that people in the country I visit - who I will never see again in my life - will make fun of me. How pathetic is that???
I hope I have the power to change things for the better...
I hate that the simplest things are 10x harder than they should be. Like walking up a flight of stairs or even tying your shoes.
I hate how I'm stuck with a life I don't want. Everything is just passing me by. I should be at college right now but instead I'm at home, and I only leave the house maybe once every month or two, and have no job. I've also missed out on any hobby I've ever wanted to try. I feel like I've missed out on everything my whole life since I've been fat since I was a kid. It's hard waking up and knowing you've never got to do a single thing you dreamed of.
I hate how I have no self-esteem, which makes it impossible to want to get out of the house or live my life at all.
I hate not getting to wear clothes I like.
I hate being invisible. And if I'm not being ignored, my weight is all anyone sees.
So many things I hate. Not sure I can choose just one...
I hate that, EVERY single morning for two decades, my first thought when I wake up is my weight.
I hate that my nonexistent self-esteem has resulted in my being alone in my house every single Friday and Saturday night. I have accepted that I will be alone and die alone, and that is sad.
I hate that I am smart and good at my job, yet others get promoted. Not sure if it is my appearance or whether my lack of self-confidence keeps me from being considered a good leader, but either way it comes back to my weight.
I hate that I have to shop for clothes through mail order catalogs because I'm too fat to wear anything in the store.
And I hate that I have missed out on great opportunities because of my weight: I didn't go go-Karting because I was worried I wouldn't fit in the go-Kart. I didn't go to the amusement park with my work group because I was worried I wouldn't fit in the rides. I have avoided travel because of airline seats and because I worry that people in the country I visit - who I will never see again in my life - will make fun of me. How pathetic is that???
I hope I have the power to change things for the better...
Oh gosh I feel so much the same on everything. I think about my weight every morning, and at least 20 times a day since then. I feel like people treat me more harshly because I am fat - like I'm more annoying to them, where as I think if fI was thinner people would take me more seriously and like me more. I hate how people judge what I eat, like fat people can't eat.... if you try to eat healthy, theyt hink it's pathetic, if you bring McDonalds and eat Starbucks pastries they give you a dirty look. I hate it when my co workers/class mates stare at my food judgingly. I also hate where I have to get my clothes from. I hate shopping at Lane Bryant... I went there once with my mom to get bras and someone approached me thinking I worked there. Yup, you're fat and at this store, you must work here. Since moving back to my hometown after college I am TERRIFIED of going to even the grocery store cause I am worried I will see someone from high school or something, and they will see I went from fat to VERY fat. I'm also equally horrified to go to amusement parks, etc. I got kicked off a ride once because the lap bar couldn't go down. I haven't flown since I was 250 lbs and am scared to do it again. I don't like that I'm too afraid I won't be able to do activities, like paddle boating, because the life vests don't fit or I am too big and rock the boat getting in/out. I'm afraid that lab coats at work won't fit or that when I have to wear a belt with air supply for some hazardous work the belts don't fit!!!!! I also hate feeling like my husband isn't sexually attracted to me... he would rather watch porn than seduce me (I was overweight when we met, and have gained 80 lbs over the course of 4 years of dating), so living in a sexless marriage is tough. I occasionally look through his internet history, and it really hurts when I see days when he's looked at all these websites instead of looking forward to his wife coming home.
