Looks are deceiving

Playing around at the fountains during lunch

Just because you are unhappy with your weight does not give you the right to tell me how easy my life is because I’ve always been thin.

“You don’t know me."

I wish people were not so narrow minded and so quick to judge a book by its cover.  I know I shouldn’t let what other people say bother me, but I sick and tired of people thinking they know everything about me with out even taking the time to get to know me.  I know we’re not allowed to listen to our ipods at work, but I wonder if wearing earplugs are allowed.

Yes, I’m a bit edgy about this topic. What I wanted to say but didn’t was: “What planted are you from? If I ate as much as you and sat on my ass I’d look just like you.” But, I didn’t, instead I said a few other choice words, more politically correct to my co-workers.

What they don’t know is why I look the way I do. 

It all started when I was a kid and we were in NY visiting my Grandma and there was this old fashion scale and I jumped on my Dad’s comment “was you need to go to the gym.” And for some reason this has suck with me.

In addition I grew up in a home that served fruits and veggies for snacks, didn’t allow colored cereal and wasn’t brought up with soft drinks or dessert.

When I got college I got obsessed with working out and for a period I was working out twice a day.

Then I married a husband that got on a health kick and decided that when we were together I should only eat when he ate and I should only eat the same foods as him. And if I didn’t he’d make fun of me and pick on me.

Then I got divorced and was poor and lived mostly off my food storage.

Then I dated someone who was overweight and he took it upon himself to make fun of the way I worked out and lectured me on how it should be done, but not once when we were together did he ever exercise.

Then I dated someone else that asked me everyday “Are you getting fat?” And who though the way I worked out was funny.

I’m so self-conscious about the way I look; you will never see me in a bikini, or in tight fitting clothing.

So, don’t tell me my life is easy.  It takes work and a lot of heartache to look the way I do.  You have to analyze every single thing you put into your mouth, both food and drink.  If you truly want to look like me, walk in my shoes and then we can talk.  

End Note: I will never assume anything about the person who is not the perfect size 2. We all look the way we do and act and react the way we do for a reason. For all I know you may be like my friend who gained weight to protect herself from her abusive husband. Or you may have a medical condition.