I gained some weight over the winter. Who didn’t, right?
I’m not a “large” person. I’m not overweight. I’ll be honest. I wear a size eight pants. Not bad for three kids if I do say so myself. But those size eights are barely buttoning these days.
So I mention to people that I need to lose a few pounds. Five. Ten. At least. And what do they say?
“Shut. Up. You’re not fat!”
OK, maybe I’m not “fat”. But I’m heavier than normal for me. And I don’t feel good. And this inter-tube around my waist is coming between me and my form fitting shirts. And I’m not even going to acknowledge the back fat. It knows how I feel.
It’s frustrating to be a “thin” person who needs to drop a few pounds. Everyone gives me a hard time about being skinny. And “Oh shut up, you have NO idea what it means to need to lose weight.”
Maybe they are right. Maybe I don’t. But does that make my struggle with my weight less important? Don’t we all have the right to want to be healthier? Because that is the bottom line for me. I’m not healthy right now. I don’t feel good about myself. Hello, my pants don’t fit.
If you are breathless after walking up a couple of flights of stairs you need to do something about it. That has nothing to do with your pant size.
So, please, if someone “thin” says they need to exercise, drop a few pounds, and/or stop with the cookie eating…don’t berate us!
Everyone deserves to be supported in their quest of living a healthier life.
And no one, whether size eight or eighteen, likes their own back fat.
Am I right?