Can I rant for a sec. These local riff raffs got me in my feelings. The other day a guy I haven’t seen since the beginning of the pandemic came up to me and was doing the whole how-are-you-doing routine. He asked if I had any kids now. I replied with a no. He looked me up and down and said, “oh.” He then went on to another subject and we eventually parted ways.
This is not the first time someone has done this too me this year. It’s official that I have a mom bod yet I’ve never popped out a kid. I really shouldn’t care what these undesirable men potentially think, but I don’t want to be perceived that way.
It reminded me of situations that happened several years back when I was around this weight. Once, I went to the grocery store to simply get milk. The lady at the cash register said that I could use my WIC card on it. I had to explain that I didn’t know what that was and didn’t possess one. She insisted that I knew even though I had never heard of it before. This situation was accompanied by other situations with people thinking I had recently had children.
It’s time for me to get my act together. I have not been fashionable since the weight gain. Shopping is difficult because nothing fits right and I no longer enjoy it. I haven’t wanted to adorn myself with nice clothes because that felt like I was rewarding an ugly body and the bad habits that created it. My closet is still filled to the brim with everything in sizes 4 and smaller that I can’t wear.
Ugh, it pains me to accept that me being obese is not a temporary affliction. It’s still going to take me at least a year to get back to where I was. I’ve done it before and I can do it again. However, I’ve had nearly two years to do something aand I’ve accomplished nothing There is something worse than being fat though. It’s being treated as if I am an impoverish and haggard looking fat mom. Being fashionably fat or posh & plump sounds infinitely better.