I have just been sitting next to a girl who's 2 legs took up the space of 1 of mine. Feel enormous. It's funny how 1 minute you think you're looking good and feeling great ,then down to earth with a bump.Meh.
Dont compare yourself to others! You've lost 32 pounds! Thats a big feat! Be proud of your accomplishments and keep pushing towards your goals. You'll get there!!
Dont compare yourself to others! You've lost 32 pounds! Thats a big feat! Be proud of your accomplishments and keep pushing towards your goals. You'll get there!!
THIS!! Start accepting yourself. It's like saying you don't like yourself because you have blue eyes instead of brown. Blond hair insted of red.
I think of it as slowly chipping away at granite to reveal a beautiful sculpture beneath. It's going to take time, and 32 lbs is nothing to sniff at. Keep going!
That same girl might be looking at you thinking, 'man I thought my hair was done well today, but it looks like a mop compared to hers'. Or maybe she feels like she's dressed in rags compared to your awesome outfit?
All of us can easily pick out something about ourselves that fails to be as great as something about someone else (that's a mouthful).
Compare yourself to your old self, how small are your legs compared to what they use to be? Better yet, how much more energy do you have compared to what you use to have?
Give it time, one day you will plop down next to someone and your legs combined will be the size of theirs. It just takes time. Don't worry about other people, you're good!
Some people are small, some people are big. Even if both parties are perfectly healthy there is still much variation in size. Don't let natural diversity get you down.
People are more successful in their weight-loss journeys when they celebrate their accomplishments rather than berate what they perceive as "failures" or "shortcomings."
So what if her legs were skinny? You know what? No matter how much weight I lose, I will always have "linebacker" shoulders. I will never be a petite, little flower. I refuse to feel like dog poop every time I see someone with delicate, dainty bone structure. Good for them, but not time to self-loathe.