
My life in a nutshell. People who are average-sized, thin, not-morbidly obese don’t realize how much larger people have to think about their size and shape when trying to fit in (no pun intended) to social situations. I routinely find myself thinking about these things, feeling guilty about how much space I occupy, etc.
My point is think before you call someone “fat” or “huge.” Chances are they already know.
The first frame I can identify with so well. Even now my old habits die hard and I’m trying to recondition myself, but getting used to my body when it is sat down is proving harder than I originally thought. My fat changes itself when I sit down and I instantly look much larger, I’m not upset about this but somewhere deep in me I’m still conditioned to be afraid that I will “look fat” like this, so I cross my arms over myself, or put my bag and coat over my lap to hide the stomach rolls. Coming to terms with my body from all angles and positions will be a long process for sure as I have to go through the acceptance phases for each one.
This is actually my life.
I think it’s easy for a lot of people with thin privelige — even people who are very anti-body judgment — to really...
Yup. This pretty...sums it up for me, too. I’m...get over it...
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I have opposite anorexia, I see my wife and see a sexy bitch and she sees a larger lady. I think shes blind
The best damn part is the LONE rack of clothing you get next to MATERNITY. Christ. >.>;;
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Sweethearts, love yourselves!!!! Who cares what other people think? Seriously. What’s the worst that could happen? “OMG...