Reading all your posts has brought back so many memories, some of them not so good. When I was growing up I was never fat, but I would say midrange of the BMI charts, which made me feel like a hippo as my best friend at the time was very very slim (and still is). I particularly remember one time when I was 12 and was at a sleepover at one of the popular girls houses, and we decided to try on some clothes. I was mortified I was the only one who couldn't zip up the hosting girl's grandmother wedding dress...
Some other humiliating things were when they picked the school orchestra, and the man in charge assigned all the kids instruments. I wanted to play the flute or the clarinet, but I was told for me it's drums or the horn and I was livid. All the skinny kids got to play little cute instruments though, and the only overweight girl had to play the tuba. I think I will have some words with the music teacher if I ever see him again actually.
So this is now my second serious attempt at losing weight (I did succeed before, but I piled the weight back on). I'm a bit worried though if I will ever accept me as skinny, because I've always seen myself "the slightly bigger one". When I was at goal weight that really shut my sister up, and I loved it! All my life she has made snide remarks about my weight, and a big motivation for me is to NEVER hear those snidey comments from her ever again.
When I was at goal weight that really shut my sister up, and I loved it! All my life she has made snide remarks about my weight, and a big motivation for me is to NEVER hear those snidey comments from her ever again.
jeez, I hadn't even listed my mean sister as one of my horrid people, how could I forget her :rolleyes: She was stick thin, but dumb (and still is) Where I was chubby but the smart one :rofl: We now live within sight of a state park lake, and when we were kids our mom would bring us here to swim and picnic. And it was here that my sister called me a whale. That's the only specific mean word that I can remember now, but alluding to my chubbiness was her last defense if she was mad at me. I never did anything to make her mad at me, except be the one who did what I was supposed to do.
If I wanted to feel any sense of karma, I sure could. She has struggled with alcoholism, lost her driver's license due to alcoholism, been in and out of rehab, never married nor kids...
katkitten - your see-through purple splendor :rofl: and :hug: