I'm living in Japan now, and everyone around me is tiny. A little girl came up to me at school one day, patted my stomach, said "pon pon" (the sound of beating a drum), then informed me that I was much fatter than her last English teacher before giving me a hug and scampering off to recess. That stung like **** because clearly there was no malice behind it, it was just a little kid making an observation. I also wasn't especially happy to find that I'd gone from being about an American 12 to a Japanese 3L, and therefore needed to shop in the 大きいサイズ section...if there even was one available.
I tried to brush that off, but then I got my first period here (where midol and anything else with caffeine and stimulants is illegal), wished for death for a week, and decided that I needed to get things under control better...and apparently the best way to do that with PCOS is weightloss. Both of my parents start and end their day with literally a fistful of pills for various ailments both hereditary and affected by their being overweight. I'd reeeally like to avoid that a few years down the road...just the hypothyroid and PCOS I have now is bad enough.
Of course there's the vanity issue as well, but since I've been overweight virtually my whole life, I'd gotten pretty good at ignoring my appearance and focusing on having a good time with good people. At my heaviest, I was still the "athletic fat chick," so was never really stopped from doing much. I do, however, now have an awesome boyfriend that I haven't seen in almost a year because he left for Naval training shortly before I left for Japan. He dropped a lot of weight in order to join up, and I figured it would be a nice little surprise for him if I was smaller when he next saw me