But we're not here to talk about my mini vacay, so let's get on with it.
I’m sure that’s normal. We probably all have truths about ourselves we don’t want to face. My lie, of course, is that I want to lose weight just to be healthy. And sure, that’s part of it. But really, I want to be skinny so I can stop thinking I’m ugly.
Ok, ok. I know I’m not ugly. The rational, sane, unemotional part of me knows that I’m not completely unattractive. I think I can be classified as cute. Add in my winning personality and I might just be pretty. But I hang out with a group of gorgeous ladies. Gorgeous ladies who are just as smart and just as funny as I am, so my inner beauty gets lost in the abundance of their outer beauty and I feel like the ugly duckling of the group.
I just want to take a minute right here and directly say that I’m not looking for sympathy or fishing for compliments. I’m not writing this so that I’ll get comments telling me how beautiful I am. I’m truly not. I’m just trying to be completely honest, with both myself, and with you. With me so that I can get to the root of why I eat the way I do and with you so that you can either get a look at the psyche of a someone who struggles with weight or you can see that you’re not alone. Ok. There’s my disclaimer. Back to what I was saying. What was I saying?
So yeah, my friends are all stunningly gorgeous. And sometimes when we go out, I let it get to me. I watch them get asked to dance and approached by men (both cute and creepy) as I get ignored. I mean, I've literally stood there as the girl on my right turns down a dance, watched the guy look me over, and then ask the girl on my left to dance. That hurts. That really hurts. And I’m convinced that it’s because I’m the biggest in my group.
So I guess, as shallow as it sounds, I want to lose weight so that men will talk to me. I wish that wasn’t the case. I wish I could find someone who likes me in this body, but how can I expect someone else to like me when I don’t like me?
That statement, “I don’t like me,” is misleading. I like myself. I really do. I think I’m smart, funny, loyal, a good friend, rational, driven, adventurous, and a bit daring. I like me. I just don’t like my physical form. Actually, it’s not even that. I just dislike my belly. And my double chin.
So because I don’t want to seem like a shallow, boy crazy female, I tell myself that I’m doing this (working out, eating better, etc…) just for the health benefits, but let’s get real. I’m doing it because if I don’t, I’m scared I’ll end up alone for the rest of my life. Good times.
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