I asked if he liked my outfit. His answer was 'Yeah... you've still got a long way to go though.'
This is the one thing that gets me riled up. Every compliment he pays on my appearance always comes with that proverbial slap in the face. He, like many other people, doesn't understand that being plus sized doesn't make me unhappy. It's one of those things where people assume that women are on a constant mission to have a 'bikini body'. That our happiness is solely dependent on the number on the scales... I have news for those people; it doesn't!
The funny thing is, I actually have a really good relationship with my body at the moment... the best I've ever had in fact! Yes, I'm a size 18, and have made some poor health choices in the past, but I'm working at having a healthier lifestyle. It has to be said though... I won't be devastated if I never fit into a size 10. That's not my goal. It hasn't been for a very long time.
I was never bullied by my peers for being overweight. I'm not sure how I dodged that particular strain of bullying at school, but it never happened. The ones who did bully me about my size however, were family members. My grandmother used to cut diets out of magazines and post them to my Mum to try one me. She also made a point of NEVER giving me chocolate at Easter... in fact, one year she made a point of buying me a packet of sugar free gum. I saw her this week... It was the first time she complimented my overall appearance (not just my 'pretty' face). She also offered me a Tim Tam. I almost fell on the floor.
It has taken me 26 years to get to this point, but right now, I feel beautiful. Some might agree that I look it, others may disagree. I'm not ignorant of my health, and am making an effort to make good decisions... but I hate to think that people assume that because I'm fat, I must be unhappy. That would be total bullshit! My self worth isn't dependent on my dress size.
You can quote me on that.