Funny thing about weight gain. The weights that used to be mortifying become your goal weights as you keep going up.
I remember the first time I went on Weight Watchers. I weighed 133 and thought I was HUGE. I remember when 150 was mortifying. I remember when 180 was mortifying. I remember when 200 was mortifying. All of those would now be more than satisfying goal weights. It's all a matter of perspective.
This is what I want to look like.
Not the jar of jelly hiding behind the wine bottle.
I don't want to be skinny. I just don't want to be fat. I want to be normal.
Who's normal? Your size does not define who you are as a person. I tell my self this every day. Doesn't always work though, does it?
ReplyDeleteAnyway...I love you just how you are!
i feel this, too. i'm tired of having to buy a 3x to fit my top, regardless of what my bottom size is. i'm tired of not being able to wear a *dress*.
ReplyDeletei always thought, "i'll never get bigger than my mom." now i am. and i wish *something* (exercise, food intake, both, anything!) would actually have some effect on my weight. nothing ever seems to make it go down.