In 2004-05, I lost 60 pounds. I was no longer the fat girl.
I was down to my goal weight and life was good. Life was too good.
People treated me so differently than they had just months before. All because I looked different. Losing weight is a head game. One you have to be prepared for and I wasn’t. I was in college, guys were paying attention to me, more than just a “she’s one of the dudes” way. It freaked me out and made me mad. I ended up gaining all the weight back plus a lot more and I went back to being the fat girl. A place I had grown comfortable being.
It’s now been ten years since that happened and I am over being invisible. I’m tired of being the funny fat friend. Yea, I’m fucking funny bitches.
I know now that as I lose weight, people are going to treat me differently. That’s okay. That’s a good thing. I can’t get mad that people don’t like me when I’m fat. That’s on them, not me.
