Okay, I'm going to tell a boring story --- but dammit, bear with me here....
During my teens and 20's, I was always nice and trim. I worked out regularly and made sure I didn't pig out on junk, although I really didn't worry about it too much. I didn't have to. I wore tight jeans, used bandanas as tops (folding them into a triangle and tying them behind my back) and skintight black mini dresses with high heels. I swear on my own mother's grave that what I'm about to tell you is true - I was meeting friends at a club one night. I parked my car, got out of it, walked down the sidewalk to the bar and went inside. About 5 minutes later, Crissy (the bartender) answers the ringing phone and shouts over at me, "Linda! It's for you!"
I get on the phone and some guy named Rich is calling me from a payphone, telling me he just about wrecked his car watching me walk into the bar.
And this is the stuff I dealt with for years... UNTIL I GOT FAT.
Even after losing all of this weight, do I get that anymore? No. Because I totally ruined myself with FOOD. I had to have that damned sub or that huge bowl of pasta or that blasted Big Mac and fries or that whole pizza or that meal from KFC or Long John Silvers. And I kept eating and eating and eating until I literally hated myself. I couldn't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. My husband would try and compliment me and tell me I was still beautiful and my reaction was always, "No I'm not."
And I didn't say that to gain sympathy or 'fish' for another compliment, I would actually get mad and didn't want to hear anymore because I KNEW he was lying. I didn't wanna hear it.
When years ago I could accept a compliment. Easy. Because I knew it was the truth.
Do you know to this day I still can't accept compliments? Again, I completely ruined myself.
This is why it hurts me to see other women 'disrespecting' themselves because of men. Or anyone else for that matter
Sorry for the rant, but I needed to get that off my chest. Don't trash yourself because of someone else. Because trashing yourself on your own is bad enough.