I am struggling right now. I have talked about my eating disorder here before and I'm more comfortable with you guys than IRL people about these things. Most of the time I'm totally fine with who I am and all is well, but there are times where I just struggle so hard. I still feel horrible for eating things like ice cream, like tonight for example. One of the ways I get past my issues is to look at myself in the mirror and find ten things I like about my body. Sometimes that doesn't work. I hate how vain I am, because I really am smart and I know I have a good personality. FI really doesn't get it, and he's the only person irl I am comfortable enough to talk to him about it. I really would like to wear a bikini on the HM, but I have wavering confidence because I'm not a twig anymore. I want to wear skimpy bikinis for FI, who loves how I look, but I don't want anyone to be like OH LOOK AT THAT FAT GIRL IN THE TINY SWIMSUIT. I really struggle between being the fat bride and rocking my body because I am real person and this is what real people look like. It's really embarrassing how much I worry about this. Like, who the fuck even cares. Right? I am starting to be able to relax when eating in front of people, now. I used to not be able to do it. I would worry they would judge how much I ate. I guess I just need to vent. I feel like the wedding/HM is setting back all my progress because there are so many expectations for women, especially brides.
IF this isn't a first world white girl problem, then I have no idea what is.
Re: Let's talk about body love
I used to be pretty damn close to the ideal in 1969, when I graduated high school. Now I'm a obese old woman with wrinkles and a visible cancer tumor on my face. My DH just chased me around the hot tub spa. Yay! He loves me!
I have known so many men who trade in their wives for newer models. So what do you want to be? The newest model that is desired only for her looks? I don't think so.
I hope you can be as happy in your marriage as we have been in ours. Yeah, he's fat and bald. I'm fat, too, with a radiation bald spot on the back of my head. I wouldn't trade it to be young and thin again.
Nobody cares if you eat the ice cream. You are loved for who you are, not what you look like. Enjoy your good health while you have it. Cancer sucks.
Just think of all the women on the Titanic who let the desert cart pass them by. I'm sure you will be a beautiful bride.
PS. Tomorrow an old flame is coming to visit us. He's going to stay the night and be invited to use the hot tub. He'll get a good look at my old, fat body in a bathing suit. So what? He's happily married to a lovely lady.
Mental illnesses such as an eating disorder can suck, too. I have clinical depression and my sister is an eating disorder survivor. The biggest insult my mom made to me was to compare my depression to a friend of ours who was dealing with the effects of Chron's disease. It cut deeply and it implied that my struggle and my pain wasn't real.
I guarantee you that @larrygaga 's pain is real, and I guarantee you that the journey through mental illness can be lonely and scary. Please don't attempt to diminish it by comparing it to cancer.
And always remember that you are beautiful.
Sorry if I was misunderstood.
I'm fairly new here and tend to lurk more than talk, but I have to say something.
I saw your engagement photos the other day and you are beautiful and look so happy. If I saw you on your HM and you were standing in a bikini with your FI, all I would think is how adorable and in love you both look.
Those words may not help, but I think sometimes it's good to know how people who have no stock in our lives see us. And I see you as a beautiful fellow ginger
I hope you enjoy your honeymoon!
I'm the fuck out.
That is super shitty, but try to remember that it's an insult reserved as a last resort for fucking morons who have no real argument. You are beautiful and definitely not the slightest bit fat. Like at all.
Same to you, Larry! I know it can't magically change your own feelings, but you look gorgeous in your e-pics!!
I have been called fat when I was 130lbs and skeletor when I was 110. They both made feel horrible, but I was never either of those things! My take-away from it is that I will never, ever please everyone else with my body, so I have to find what make me happy and healthy.
I keep reminding myself that my doctor reminds me that eating disorders are closer to anxiety disorders than anything else, and that does help to try to stay relaxed and not use food as a coping strategy, and if I can stay calmer I am less likely to take stuff out on my body and restrict just to feel like I've got something in my life under control. I don't know if that will help you at all but it does for me, a bit.
I can't say that I've ever had full blown eating disorder but I definitely have unhealthy issues with food and body image. I grew up in a house with an aerobics instructor mom who would make remarks about anyone over a size 6. We were the kids in school with carrot sticks, and my friends wouldn't come over in high school because we weren't allowed to eat chips or anything watching tv.
That had a huge effect on my life and made me think I always had to have this great, toned body or they wouldn't love me, or nobody else would love me and I'd be a disappointment. This stuck with me in college and all through my 20's. It was a vicious cycle of binging all winter, then being a diet and workout freak all spring so that in the summer in my bathing suit everyone thought I was perfect all the time.
I don't know what clicked in my head in 2014 but this was honestly the first year that I didn't do that. I binged all winter and then I said fuck it. People can see me in a bathing suit for who I really am. I'm not perfect and no one expects me to be. I really think it was due to my husband and just finally realizing I am happy and he loves me for who I am and I don't need anyone else to think I'm perfect. I'll admit it was a little weird and nerve racking going to the beach without my abs for the first time in ever, but I got over it pretty quickly once I noticed no one gave a crap and they were all too concerned about their own appearance.
Don't get down on yourself, you have come a long way in your journey and you should be really proud. It is scary but it will get easier and you will get more comfortable.