Hi everyone,
As I continue this journey, I have been remembering things that I buried deep within my brain for many years. Many of these memories are unpleasant, unfortunately. However, these recollections have given me a lot of insight to the reasons why I have self-esteem issues.
I have never liked to have my photo taken. I have never liked looking at my reflection in a mirror. I have never wanted to look at myself and see what other people see. Every holiday, every family event, once the camera came out, I found a reason to leave the room. As I got bigger I disliked looking at myself in photos more and more. It was just a constant reminder of the looming problem of my weight and the hopelessness that I felt in my life.
On Thanksgiving, I had a recollection from my childhood. I remembered when I was in grade school, I had to wear a plaid uniform every day. Imagine, an overweight young girl in a plaid jumper! I used to have to walk to school and pass stores with big display windows. I hated to walk by these windows because I would see how much bigger I was than the other girls. I could see the silhouette of my profile and see a stomach protruding past my bosoms, big calves and a double chin. I hated walking past this window so much, that I changed my route home.
I remembered this as I was passing a large mirror in my sister's home on Thanksgiving day. That day, I wore a beautiful blouse that had never fit me from the day I bought it. Now, not only did it fit me, but it was a little big. But it framed my body nicely and showed off my bosoms, which, I am happy to say, now protrude past my stomach. I caught myself in the mirror and was so surprised at how pretty I looked that day. It was the first time I could honestly see my own weight loss. I blinked a few extra times, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. But, no, that was me. And I was looking damn fine!
I am still going through rough times personally. The holidays feel very, very lonely now that I am separated from my husband. I cry most nights when I come home to an empty apartment. Some days I am good and some days I am not so good. But on Thanksgiving I was good...and I looked damn good too. Good for me. I deserve those moments. I am earning those moments.
Today I went to a salon and changed my hair color to a beautiful deep auburn. It is the darkest my hair has been in years. But it looks great on my thinner face and my green eyes look gorgeous. Tonight I am very happy. Tonight I feel gorgeous. And it has been a long, long time since I have felt that way.
Tonight, I would love it if someone took my photo. Say cheese!
