I could easily reply “Me too!” Oh yes, it is true that I have gained loads of extra cuddle and my clothes size has jumped a few sizes but is being bigger, fatter, rounder, more cuddly really so bad?
It always saddens me when I look at my blog statistics and it shows my most read blog to date is about WEIGHT GAIN, DIETING, AND FIBROMYALGIA
“It came as no shock to me when the weight began to pile on, my life suddenly became VERY sedentary so naturally, my metabolism threw a hissy fit in protest. I felt sore, aching, bloated, spotty, meffy, fat, greasy, itchy, sensitive and raw. The best way I could describe myself was Elvis circ1976 when he was all fat and bloated. I felt like I had totally “let myself go” my prettiness was like sand running through my fingers as I tried to hold on.”
I wrote this blog back in 2015 and it really was the start of my journey to fall back in love with myself. The words this is me echoed in my head as I battled so hard to stop craving the person I once was and the body she had.
Please change the way you view being fat. Remove the negativity that surrounds the word alone. Calling someone “fat” was always a word a bully used to make a child feel sad. This bully tactic we have surrounding size are deeply embedded assumptions we have as a culture. We even bully ourselves based on our own shape. It’s really important to acknowledge this form of bullying as being bigger, especially through an illness you never asked for, definitely does not make you less beautiful.