Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up feeling good? And your outfit works out as well as your hair, make up, etc. so you leave the house feeling like you can conquer the world? Then one person says something stupid and it all comes crashing down?
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Another foray into prints!
Batty bat leggings: Hot Topic
Dress: SWAK Designs
Shoes: Hot Chocolate Designs
Bag: Amazon |
That happened to me at work last week. I was at a networking event and on my way out, some girl I've never seen before came up to me and said, "Hi! Excuse me but have you ever considered gastric bypass surgery?"
Now, this is actually not the first time this has happened to me AT WORK so I actually had a response prepared.
"Have you ever considered having plastic surgery?"
Her response was an offended "Um, no!"
So I said "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought we were playing a game of Rude Questions Asked to Strangers."
And I walked away.
I know some people think they are being helpful by asking such a rude question but that's just not something you should say to someone you don't know. And it's happened to me a total of 3 times at work by strangers as well as twice by people I
did know at work. Not well enough for such a personal question, mind you. It's also happened to me once outside of work by a stranger and once by my ex-sister-in-law just out of the blue when we were talking about something not-weight-related. My response to her was "First, fuck you. Second, fuck you. And three, fuck you in the ear with your rudeness." I
can't shouldn't say that to people at work, of course.
The rudeness aside, that question makes me feel bad about myself because, in my head, I'm so large that strangers feel the need to fix me. So I work to put a different perspective on it and concentrate more on the audacity of others and less on myself.
Since leaving high school, the only time I've ever felt bad about my weight is when I let other people make me think I
should feel bad about it. And the silliest part of that is there is only one 3-letter word that will ever bring me to tears when it comes to my body image:
moo. Yep, moo at me like I'm a cow and it will make me cry. Call me fat or anything else, I deal with it. I *am* fat. But the issues that I have with my body at my current size are the same issues I had with my body when I was younger: my large upper arms, my large thighs, my misshapen legs and feet.
But I am not unhappy in my skin. My body and my shape do not define who I am as a person nor do they dictate what sort of person I am.
At one point in my life, I did look into gastric bypass surgery just see what it was all about. I found out pretty quickly that even if I was interested, I would not be a candidate because of my eating disorder. My binge eating is something that I am extremely embarrassed about and something I rarely tell people about. I have it more or less under control most of the time and there are days where I tell Andy "I've had a bad day and I want to binge. So I am going to. This is what I am going to eat. Then I will be done." I allow it to happen but I try to take control of it. That has helped a lot and kept me from being twice the size I am.
A few years ago, there used to be an adult-only camping event that was clothing optional and sexually free. While I am considered the modest prude in my group of friends, I used to go every year and would force myself to do things outside my comfort zone. The first year, I went topless. In front of people. It was terrifying yet freeing at the same time. The next year, I took part in a group shower. The next year, the naked slip and slide (so much fun!). It was nothing to be walking from one area to the next and hearing/seeing all sorts of devious acts but that's not why I went. I wanted to be more comfortable with me and this was a safe space to push my own limits.
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How's this for a brave picture to post on the internet? LOL
This was also at my absolute heaviest I've ever been.
At the adult-only camping event, I was wrapped to a tree with cellophane then
accosted with water guns and super soakers until I was able to get free. :) |
One of the things that helped is most of the women who went were plus sized and very few of the men were slim as well. If anyone said anything derogatory about someone else's appearance, they were put in their place by anyone else who heard them. You don't like the way the sun shines off someone's glaring white ass? Then look at something else.
I found myself being approached by other women at the event, especially women closer to my size, and complimented for my confidence which completely surprised me. I don't consider myself a confident person at all. I just force my limits so I can experience as much of life as possible.
That's actually one of the reasons I post outfits each week. I know my fashion sense is nothing remarkable but my outfits make me feel cute and I force myself outside that comfort zone for strangers to see.
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I think I'm at a rave in my head here.
That happens more often than you'd think. :) |
Since I've started dressing the way I want to, I'm finding that I get way more compliments from strangers than I would have ever dreamed. And every time it happens, I blissfully blush and say "Thank you! " Compliments used to be very hard to take but someone I once dated made me realize that I was insulting the compliment giver whenever I'd point out why I felt their words were not right.
"You look really nice today, Sarrah!"
"No... this dress it way to tight across my hips."
"Oh. So you think I'm a liar?"
Point taken.
And since strangers have little to gain by giving kind words, I feel validated for having my outside match my inside. Well, that's not literally true, obviously, because I don't wear meat, blood and bones in public. Usually. Lol
So, to sum up, the "gastric bypass girl" can go suck it because I am awesome. :)
