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Anathema · 19-May-04, 02:41 AM

There comes a time in a person’s life when they become tired of the same old routine, day in, and day out. They decide to make a change, to break free of their usual song and dance. Today is my day. I have decided that it’s high time for change.

For my entire life, I’ve been overweight. I’m not talking like 10 pounds, either. I mean seriously overweight. Less glamourous terms for me have been “Fat B!tch,” “Porky,” or “Free Willy.” Demeaning epithets aside, the facts are what they are. I am a hefty maiden (I love being so PC about it). Sure, I have been bombarded with opinions about how horrid and terrible I am for being big, and nobody knows how repulsive I am considered better than me, myself, and I.

Now, don’t get too worried. This is certainly not a “woe is me, feel bad for the fat chick” post in any form.

There were times where I decided I should lose weight to appease others, and the eyes of society. I decided that life would be easier if I could look like Naomi Campbell or Tyra Banks, instead of looking like me. Nobody would walk past me and say “ewww” as loud as they could. Nobody would go out of their way to tell me that their friend would date me in order to gross out their buddies.

Nobody would treat me like dirt, because I would be pretty if I were slim, and if I were slim and pretty, I would be respected. I believed that “Good looks” were my ultimate key to happiness, and I believed that once I looked like some woman from a magazine cover or commercial, that the sky would be the limit.

Thankfully, I woke up and smelled the coffee. Now, I know that there are right reasons to change. I wasn’t going to do this for the right reasons. Sure, it’d be nice to be able to walk down the street and not have people look at you as if you’re a botch of nature, but using that as my motivation would only set me up for failure. While I realize that losing weight won’t automatically make my life the best it could be, I understand that there are benefits that I cannot experience now.

To raise my chances for success in this endeavor, I’ve learned that my reasons should be to improve my health, and not for mere vanity or to impress people whose opinions are about as useful as an anus on my elbow.

Yes, I have a desire to change for the better and I will, for myself.

My journey toward my new life begins now. We’ll see where this road takes me.

To those of you embarking on similar a journey, whatever it may be, good luck.

19-May-04, 02:41 AM	#1 (permalink)
Anathema Apex Tech Demi-God Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Rawr! Posts: 1,591	Heavy Issues: A Short Essay There comes a time in a person’s life when they become tired of the same old routine, day in, and day out. They decide to make a change, to break free of their usual song and dance. Today is my day. I have decided that it’s high time for change. For my entire life, I’ve been overweight. I’m not talking like 10 pounds, either. I mean seriously overweight. Less glamourous terms for me have been “Fat B!tch,” “Porky,” or “Free Willy.” Demeaning epithets aside, the facts are what they are. I am a hefty maiden (I love being so PC about it). Sure, I have been bombarded with opinions about how horrid and terrible I am for being big, and nobody knows how repulsive I am considered better than me, myself, and I. Now, don’t get too worried. This is certainly not a “woe is me, feel bad for the fat chick” post in any form. There were times where I decided I should lose weight to appease others, and the eyes of society. I decided that life would be easier if I could look like Naomi Campbell or Tyra Banks, instead of looking like me. Nobody would walk past me and say “ewww” as loud as they could. Nobody would go out of their way to tell me that their friend would date me in order to gross out their buddies. Nobody would treat me like dirt, because I would be pretty if I were slim, and if I were slim and pretty, I would be respected. I believed that “Good looks” were my ultimate key to happiness, and I believed that once I looked like some woman from a magazine cover or commercial, that the sky would be the limit. Thankfully, I woke up and smelled the coffee. Now, I know that there are right reasons to change. I wasn’t going to do this for the right reasons. Sure, it’d be nice to be able to walk down the street and not have people look at you as if you’re a botch of nature, but using that as my motivation would only set me up for failure. While I realize that losing weight won’t automatically make my life the best it could be, I understand that there are benefits that I cannot experience now. To raise my chances for success in this endeavor, I’ve learned that my reasons should be to improve my health, and not for mere vanity or to impress people whose opinions are about as useful as an anus on my elbow. Yes, I have a desire to change for the better and I will, for myself. My journey toward my new life begins now. We’ll see where this road takes me. To those of you embarking on similar a journey, whatever it may be, good luck. __________________ Well-behaved women rarely make history.