I've noticed that since I've lost a certain amount of weight, I've started demanding more out of myself and tolerating very little bad energy from others.
I've been overweight for most of my life, and I believe that heavy girls (and men, but probably more so for females) during their adolescent time are taught and learn that they really "don't matter." Being invisible to the both sexes (for the most part: there is little legitament male attention and girls do not view you as a threat) allows us to start to get that "I don't matter because I'm heavy" attitude. At my most depressed during my freshman year, I often would go several days without showering or brushing my teeth and go without doing laundry for months on end. I tolerated less than desireable friendships and romantic relationships in the fear that I would not be able to get anyone better. These are all shameful for me to admit, but I believed that whatever I did was irrelevant, no one would see me and "I didn't matter."
I have subsequently been incapable of maintaining a neat and tidy living space; keeping track of items (jewelry especially, I have lost more things I love than I can count), keeping clothes off the floor, doing dishes has been nearly impossible. Since I've returned from my winter break, however, this has all turned around. My living room, kitchen, and dining room have remained relatively impeccable. The most difficult task, my bedroom, which had become so filthy that I was overcome with anxiety just entering; yesterday I cleaned, organized, rearranged, vaccuumed, you name it. I also collected a huge bag of clothing I knew I would never wear: this includes "fat" clothes, as well as things that I was holding onto because I was too ashamed to admit they were no good anymore, because, AGAIN, "I didn't matter."
I just wanted to share this little anecdote for anyone (ladies and gents included) who are also struggling to get over that "I'm not important" feeling. You ARE! And it may take losing that first 10 pounds, or 50 before you realize it. But one day you will wake up, look around, and realize that you can do it, and getting control of your eating is the biggest step to getting control of your life.
I've been overweight for most of my life, and I believe that heavy girls (and men, but probably more so for females) during their adolescent time are taught and learn that they really "don't matter." Being invisible to the both sexes (for the most part: there is little legitament male attention and girls do not view you as a threat) allows us to start to get that "I don't matter because I'm heavy" attitude. At my most depressed during my freshman year, I often would go several days without showering or brushing my teeth and go without doing laundry for months on end. I tolerated less than desireable friendships and romantic relationships in the fear that I would not be able to get anyone better. These are all shameful for me to admit, but I believed that whatever I did was irrelevant, no one would see me and "I didn't matter."
I have subsequently been incapable of maintaining a neat and tidy living space; keeping track of items (jewelry especially, I have lost more things I love than I can count), keeping clothes off the floor, doing dishes has been nearly impossible. Since I've returned from my winter break, however, this has all turned around. My living room, kitchen, and dining room have remained relatively impeccable. The most difficult task, my bedroom, which had become so filthy that I was overcome with anxiety just entering; yesterday I cleaned, organized, rearranged, vaccuumed, you name it. I also collected a huge bag of clothing I knew I would never wear: this includes "fat" clothes, as well as things that I was holding onto because I was too ashamed to admit they were no good anymore, because, AGAIN, "I didn't matter."
I just wanted to share this little anecdote for anyone (ladies and gents included) who are also struggling to get over that "I'm not important" feeling. You ARE! And it may take losing that first 10 pounds, or 50 before you realize it. But one day you will wake up, look around, and realize that you can do it, and getting control of your eating is the biggest step to getting control of your life.



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