I usually don’t post things like this on my Tumblr but I stumbled across this photo in the dregs of my photobucket.
The first picture is me at 17, the second how I am now at 23.
All I can remember is how FAT my mom said I was back then, how I had terrible self image, thought boys would never want to date me and how I needed to get gastric bypass surgery or lipo for people to actually like me, at 17. I look at myself now and ,no, I am not happy with my body and I am trying to work out and eat better, taking baby steps.
I am currently at my heaviest… but I also am in the most fulfilling relationship of my life and have many great friends, things I thought I would never have at the weight I was when I was 17.
I would give anything to be back to that “fat” then and not be the “fat” I am now. The difference is for my health.. and being able to dress how I really want to. Not friends and love. I wish someone would have told me I was perfect, that i was loved and would continue to be loved, and to tell my mom to shut the heck up.
Or I wish I believed the people who did.