The next day, someone else liked that photo. I thought, "Great, she must have seen that so-and-so liked it. Stupid Facebook!"
A few days later, another person liked it.
And then another.
And then another.
And then I closed my eyes and prayed that no one else would see it.
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| Beijing, China; I don't know my exact weight, but I know I was close to 300 pounds. |
Do I still look like that?
Is that really how people perceive me?
I thought I looked pretty good these days... but maybe that picture is the reality.
I took it to my Lovely Ladies Facebook group to hash out my feelings about it, and upon further reflection, it came down to this:
I think I'm really more worried that people are liking this photo because they think I still look like that. I really hope not, but my disordered brain still wonders, "do I look like that still? Is that how others perceive me?" It's messed up thinking, I know, and I'm fairly confident that I DON'T look like that anymore... like, I feel like I look pretty good, but I wonder, do others still see me as a fat blob? I know when I was at my heaviest, I didn't think I looked that big... but now I look at pictures from that time and I think, "Daaang, I can't believe I let myself get to that point."And then, brilliant Anna suggested I take a current photo and make a side-by-side pic to prove the change to my brain, so I did. I had my coworker take a photo of me this morning, and I forced those disordered thoughts to go back to where the sun don't shine (or something like that... you know what I mean):
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| Left: size 3X top, 24W pants / Right: plain old XL |


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