I was chatting with a friend last night who recently accepted a new position at her employer. Her new job is a lot more demanding than her old position--which she was quite accomplished at, and could more or less do in her sleep. It's been a stretch for her, but in a good way, and she was expressing surprise at how it's impacted her...
"I don't have to be talking about work," she tells me. "It's just with everything I'm doing all the time, I feel so much more self-confident. I have more energy. I feel better about myself."
I told her, "That's EXACTLY like losing a lot of weight!" And it is!
Now, I sometimes forget how much of a difference it's made, and this helps remind me. Yeah, sure, I feel better physically and I don't feel depressed at the thought of going to buy a new outfit anymore. Even if said outfit isn't in the "final size" I would like (and it's not-so what?)-it's not a stressful, upsetting experience trying to find something that both fits and doesn't resemble an ugly tablecloth now...ha!
But the boost in self-confidence has spilled over into EVERY part of my life. Those who have only met the "LC Dixie" would have been shocked to know the "Sugar-Fueled Dixie."
For example, would it surprise you to know that I used to try to hide? Blend in to the walls? This loud-mouthed, pink-haired chick who wears Sock Monkey PJ bottoms to the store now and chats up all the clerks used to aim for "invisible." Hiding behind the fabric drapes of a 4X t-shirt, slinking along the walls, even wearing my hair down in my face.
I loved ATMs and automated checkout machines because it meant less human interaction. I didn't speak up. I was accustomed to being discounted and not listened to, and I knew when I did speak up, those around me would be surprised, both that I spoke, and that what I said was intelligent. (People don't expect overweight folks to be smart. I have NO idea why. But they are almost always surprised at first if you are.)
I sat in corners, and looked for pillows to hide behind, or throw blankets, or just a jacket. I still made wisecracks, but usually under my breath, where only whoever was sitting right next to me heard them. People tended to ignore me, and I did my best to facilitate it.
That's not my life anymore. I stand out now, knowing some people will like me, some won't, and it doesn't matter. I didn't just free myself of a hundred pounds, but I freed myself of the idea that I don't count.
I remember a conversation I once had with Andrea, who founded this site. She told me the real tragedy of obesity is not health related. It's that so many people hide their light, y'kno?
I don't hide my light anymore. If people take to it, that's fine. If they don't, that's okay, too. But I'm here to stay, baby!
I'm here to stay.![]()


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That was well said. I too was in hiding so this really spoke to me. I only left the house 2x a month and that was to go shopping for necessities. Now if the weather is
I'm walking or outside playing with my kids because I have the energy. I go places I love and now anyone not worth seeing doesn't even recognize the new me anyway - lol. That light certainly has a right to shine for us and those we love. 
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SOUNDing fat?!



I buy a lot of sweaters that say 3/4 length for the sleeves-but they ain't 3/4 for me.







