Whenever I see women heavier than me, I think, "Wow, she is so pretty for her weight." then I wish I was pretty for mine. I have the broad shoulder thing, and it really gets to me. My biggest peeve is my back. At the base of my neck, I have back fat, and I have convinced myself it is a Quasimodo hump.
We are always more critical of ourselves. I think we see others as exotic and different, and better than what we see in the mirror every morning. This should change.
When I was thin, I wanted everyone to take my picture (I was an adolescent), now every picture makes me feel so fat and ugly. I am not sure, but I had almost convinced myself that the camera adds like 50 pounds. Then one day, I realized I was big...
Like, I remember crying when I bought my first size 11 jeans. Now, I am lucky if I can keep my 14s buttoned all day, (and they are stretch jeans, so I am really a 16). That is so unlike the size 7 I was when I met my husband six years ago.
Ugh, I guess this is probably not helping cheer you or anyone up. But I bet I can...
This is why we have sought out a plan. If we were lazy and not doing anything about it, then we should be miserable. I believe in improvement, and even remembering to say hi to someone I don't know or smiling at a stranger on the street gives me the hope to continue feeling good about who I am on the inside.
So,