Beneath the sarcasm, quirky looks, and "whatever" attitude is an insecure girl that takes almost everything you say to heart. Whether it be positive or negative, I remember everything that is ever said to me. More importantly, I remember how it made me feel.
I think weight is a sensitive issue with everyone, but women especially. The awkward, clutzy "girly-girl" you know today used to be an athletic tomboy. I know what you're thinking: "SHUT UP?!" It's true. I played soccer (fall and spring), basketball, and softball every year. I was always doing something. When I made the decision to be homeschooled, all of those activities stopped. I slowly became inactive and eventually turned into the non-athletic person I am now. Then I fell, tearing all of the ligaments in my foot and ankle. I went through physical therapy, and was pretty much idle for a few months. I couldn't even walk up my street without severe pain and discomfort for several months. I gained 25 pounds with that injury. Ouch, right? Awesome. That stayed for a few years. Then, last summer, I developed what we now know to be "severe stress" symptoms. Even the smell of bread was nauseating. And then I lost 15 pounds in a month. I got stuck for a few months. Then the symptoms returned, and I lost another 5. Slowly (very slowly), I've lost about three more. I don't care if people haven't noticed. I have. None of my clothes fit me. Like, none of them. I'm digging through boxes of clothes that we thought we had donated to find ones that fit. And it's exciting for me! I bought my dress for Amber's wedding two sizes smaller than the one I bought for Aislinn's. I had four inches taken off of the waist on the one for Aislinn's. It's exciting. But, don't sit there and openly dispute my weight loss/gain. It's not of your business. I don't care if "it doesn't look like it" or you "don't believe it". My point: I don't talk about your weight, so don't talk about mine. I know what's going on. My doctor does. My wardrobe does. You're opinion just pisses me off.
I think weight is a sensitive issue with everyone, but women especially. The awkward, clutzy "girly-girl" you know today used to be an athletic tomboy. I know what you're thinking: "SHUT UP?!" It's true. I played soccer (fall and spring), basketball, and softball every year. I was always doing something. When I made the decision to be homeschooled, all of those activities stopped. I slowly became inactive and eventually turned into the non-athletic person I am now. Then I fell, tearing all of the ligaments in my foot and ankle. I went through physical therapy, and was pretty much idle for a few months. I couldn't even walk up my street without severe pain and discomfort for several months. I gained 25 pounds with that injury. Ouch, right? Awesome. That stayed for a few years. Then, last summer, I developed what we now know to be "severe stress" symptoms. Even the smell of bread was nauseating. And then I lost 15 pounds in a month. I got stuck for a few months. Then the symptoms returned, and I lost another 5. Slowly (very slowly), I've lost about three more. I don't care if people haven't noticed. I have. None of my clothes fit me. Like, none of them. I'm digging through boxes of clothes that we thought we had donated to find ones that fit. And it's exciting for me! I bought my dress for Amber's wedding two sizes smaller than the one I bought for Aislinn's. I had four inches taken off of the waist on the one for Aislinn's. It's exciting. But, don't sit there and openly dispute my weight loss/gain. It's not of your business. I don't care if "it doesn't look like it" or you "don't believe it". My point: I don't talk about your weight, so don't talk about mine. I know what's going on. My doctor does. My wardrobe does. You're opinion just pisses me off.
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