I'm among friends here, right?
This is my safe space to talk about the cray-cray-crazytown (with a capital "C") going down in my head?
Well, come sit down around the campfire, let's hold hands, and sing "Kumbaya."
Can we also talk about how I know that I am not
supposed to care what people think of me?
Or what people say about me?
I was a pretty confident fatty.
I owned it.
I rocked it.
Now that I'm not so much of a fatty anymore, I seem to hear more what people say about me. I guess that I care more?
Where did this insecurity come from?
I think my confidence left town when my fat blanket went away. AKA my "invisibility cloak." People used to not see me.
I guess they see me now.
There's hardly a person out there that doesn't hear other peoples' words and occasionally wonder...
I'm wondering how in the past:
- I used to be smart.
- I was organized.
- I used to be kind.
When I was a fatty, people would comment on my "inside."
It was great.
The comments were based on something that I did or finished or worked on.
Go me and my accomplishments!
Now?
It's
only about the "outside" that seems to matter?
Here's what I occasionally hear now:
- I'm skinny.
- I'm petite.
- I'm pretty.
Don't get me wrong, I love me some compliments as much as the next girl.
But wait.
Are we actually talking about being solely judged on one's appearance?
Gasp!
No.
Say it ain't so.
(note: sarcasm)
I guess after thirty years of
only hearing about my inside, these outside comments usually make me feel kinda awkward.
I usually have no response.
Or I change the conversation topic to the reality TV shows or the weather.
I'm a conversationalist.
Maybe I do this, because in my head, the "inside" type of comments have more value to me.
Maybe I do this, because I have never learned to take a compliment gracefully. There should be a class for compliment taking. I would be SMART in that class. I would get an "A."
Maybe I do this, because the people who saw me go from fatty to non-fatty didn't make these outside type of comments.
It's the
NEW people in my life.
Now that I think about it, the outside comments are always from people who never knew me as a fatty. Isn't it fun to be new in town and meet all new peeps? (note:
MORE sarcasm)
These past nine months have been interesting.
In my brain, it's not just what someone has going on on their outside, but also the inside that counts.
A complete package of kindness, generosity, and some nerdy smarty-pants thrown in for good measure.
I was raised to be a strong, smart, and confident person.
Looks were never a priority growing up. My childhood photo albums full of rather unfortunate haircuts and mismatched outfits prove this fact repeatedly.
Now a few questions for you:
How do you handle comments about your appearance from others due to your new appearance and weight loss?
Do you have any helpful tips on taking a compliment gracefully?
Thanks for stopping by the campfire...now let's go wash this smoke smell out of our hair.