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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/Plantsandkats92 on 2023-09-14 15:42:46.
For context: I was overweight as a young adult and got into exercising as an f-you to an abusive x boyfriend. Turns out I really enjoyed it and continued it throughout the years. For my health and as a hobby. I’m 30 now, have lost 60lbs.
It doesn’t matter what you look like, people always have something to say. When I was heavier I was told I was overweight, ugly, lazy…all the names. Was told I looked like a balloon, was told I was gross.
I successfully lost 60lbs by the time I was 25. Just like many others who loose a good amount of weight, I deal with body dysmorphia and insecurities. From talks with my therapist, it’s because I never really started this “health” journey for me. Which I agree with at this point but I can’t turn back time. I’m working on it.
Now that I have a more athletic figure, I am apparently not allowed to have insecurities, I am NOT allowed to voice them either, or question how I feel about myself.
I’ve been told I am flat chested, called a skinny bitch, have the body of a 12 year old. Even had a family member go as far as saying she can’t shop where I shop because “she’s a woman.” One of my sisters bridesmaids said I can wear certain clothes cause I “don’t have a figure”.
Bullying on both ends have hurt, words hurt. I’m proud of myself for my accomplishments. My family has a history of heart disease/high blood pressure, which I have lowered the risk for myself significantly.
I am so sick of everyone’s comments, I’m so sick of society constantly having something to say because I’m a woman. My husband also lost weight and NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING EVER. I’m proud of him though, he did it healthy and for himself. Which is the way to go. I’ve loved him at every version of himself.
I just needed to vent, I’m so annoyed that I can’t be human, with human feelings because I am now a healthier version of my past self.
Don’t even get me started on the way men treat me now vs how they did when I was heavier. It’s disgusting. Oh and now if I do have a small moment of confidence - I’m conceded, full of myself. You cannot win ever.