The group of us here are fighting against being overweight and being obese. Sometimes, I forget that there’s a lot of people out there fighting the other problem - those who suffer from anorexia and bulemia. Being the way I am (100 pounds overweight), I find it hard to imagine someone weighing 70, 80, even 120, and still thinking that their fat. But last night, I had a reminder of why there are people out there like that, and why those like me have a hard time being accepted in society.
Last night, I went to go see a movie by myself. Yes, I went by myself - I have yet to make any friends here, and I didn’t want to spend all weekend in my apartment like last weekend. I get home, and turn on the TV for noise while I make some hot chocolate (ok, I know that was a no no diet wise, but it was that kind of night). Will & Grace comes on, and the first think I hear is Jack saying, “I’m not going to go to the movies by myself like some fat woman.” Having just come home from a movie bymyself, that struck a very personal nerve with me at that moment.
Then, I start Ladder 49 (which is a good movie), and there was a line in there where one of the characters holds up some sort of food (didn’t see what kind) and the character says (to this very skinny girl), “What are you doing with this? These are for lonely fat girls who stay in on Friday nights.” (or something along those lines) Once again, the line described what I was doing.
While at the time I took these jabs very personally, I started thinking about the big picture of attitudes such as these. They’re passing the message that if you’re fat, you’re going to be lonely. Society doesn’t like fat women. And I think that epitamizes why we have girls (and guys, I won’t be sexist and claim it happens to only one gender) who DIE because they are constantly trying to be thinner and thinner.
It’s influences such as these that makes the wiring in my head go bonkers. It makes me not want to lose weight, just to show these jackass script writers that, “Hey, look, I’m fat and I’m happy.” Sure, maybe at 24 I’ve never had a boyfriend/significant other (being p.c. here), never been kissed. But you know what, for the most part, I’m happy with my life. Yeah, it gets a little lonely going to the movies by myself and spending Friday nights at home watching movies, but that’s what I do. I can’t stand the large amounts of people and the noise at bars, and am very bad at meeting new people even in small groups. That is who I am; it has nothing to do with the fact that at one point I weighed 234 pounds!
And even if I do end up with someone on down the line, when I weigh considerably less, I’m always going to wonder if the only reason they decided I was worth approaching was because I didn’t weigh 200 pounds. There will always be that doubt in my mind of if he’ll still love me, even if I gain back every single pound and more.