First of all, I’m not mad at anyone for simply trying to help me and expressing their opinions. This is America! In this country we have a certain inalienable right to say what we think and feel. Even when it comes to me. I was away from my computer yesterday to attend my cousin Connie’s college graduation. Quite the busy year for us! She’s funny, at my post grad party, I had games and prizes for people as thank you’s for coming to my ceremony and then she did the same sort of thing too for her party.
Then, I’m such the trendsetter here, she had tossed some graduation confetti – little silver stars and coloured graduation caps and I licked and stuck a few of the stars and a red cap on my cheek and she decided to copy me. I told her, “You’re always trying to be me.”
What a joke! She’s one of my closest cousins, she’s two years older and actually my third cousin but we were raised together and spent whole summers with each other. There were a few years when she was married when I didn’t really like her that much, but now I like her much more. She’s divorced and attained her own identity. I’m Lucy to her Ethel. The eternal troublemaker and my loyal sidekick. Her daughter is named after me, although she claims she just liked the name.
I appreciate everyone’s concerns and support. 7 pages DOES sound like alot of people in my corner which a very nice feeling. Thank you. I don’t like to tell people about me. In my real life, I rarely if ever confide in people what’s going with me. I’m of the “never let ‘em see you sweat” mentality. That’s how my mom is. Most of my friends don’t know my history and even most of my relatives would never guess what I’m going through. To them, I’m cheerful and helpful and endlessly optimistic and supportive. It's nice to have a forum where I can go and speak my concerns and share my experiences with people who have similiar issues or have a common ground - FAT. I don’t ever want to be the BITTER friend who never has anything positive to say or only has negative comments to contribute. My mother is also like that, although now she’s in her menopausal years, the hormones seemed to have evened her out. Ironic, she’s a MUCH nicer person now than she ever was before. She’s much softer now. I don’t like to bother people with my troubles, particularly when I have so many people in my life that seem to have more pressing issues. Babies and marriages and life and death crisis, etc. Truth be told, I feel alternately miserable and downright stupid and downright miserable for feeling stupid complaining how unattractive I am or how unloved I feel when there is true misery and suffering in the world. Carver could potentially be facing a masectomy and here I sit crying about being flat chested. Boo hoo hoo! Big fucken deal. It’s ridiculousness. I’m getting to the point where I’m sick of myself, I don’t how I can expect other people to tolerate me.
I don’t want or expect anyone to tell me empty words just what I want to hear. I don’t know what I want to hear. The only thing I want is a guarantee that my implants will come out perfectly. Can any of you promise me that? I didn’t think so. Everything else is just nothing. I don’t think anyone on this board has ever tried to sell me a bill of goods and I appreciate that. I also appreciate different perspectives and try to add them to the mental rolodex of my brain. I try to remain optimistic even during this rough patch, but I’m just not shaking it and its starting to wear me down.
For the record, I’ve tried Paxil, Prozac, Wellbutrin, Effexor and Lexapro. None of them were effective.
I don’t consider myself “shallow” as I am selective and know the “type” that I like. I’m honest enough to admit that. I don’t see that as a problem. I ONLY apply this way of thinking to dates, not to anyone else in my life. Like I’d never discriminate someone for being “unattractive” from being a friend. Looks have NOTHING to do with how I choose to spend time with someone. Looks, however do affect how I see a potential “partner”. I would never ask of someone something that I couldn’t deliver myself. Hence, that could be my problem – how can I expect to attract ANY sort of man when I’m not at the point I consider myself good enough? Also explains why I’m still single. And why I'm better off alone.
FakeName, thank you for sharing your experience. It’s nice to hear a man’s OP on this topic. I do believe men have a slightly easier time though because I see plenty of men with gorgeous women who are not SuperStuds. I think only SUPER attractive men get to be "rightfully" selective, they have the freedom to move around the scale and choose. I don’t know anymore. I don’t even care at this point anyway. Too much energy is needed to bother. Depression is cyclical, once you get in the whirlpool of it, you can get stuck. I don’t ignore opportunities (and there aren't any) so much as I avoid them. I know there are situations I won’t be meeting anyone to my liking so I won’t go or won’t bother trying to look good. I’m now at the lowest maintenance stage of my life ever. Hair and makeup, who cares? Why bother? Why not just wear checkerboard Vans and be done with it?
I love term SuperChunk. I am SuperChunk too! And if I don’t stop eating chocolate I will be SuperDuperChunk soon!
Taz, I agree with Josie maybe you should try a different approach to dieting. Sometimes that is just the kick your metabolism needs! Other than that, exercise more. The endorphin rush will help you over the hump in all aspects! Good luck. I hear you on the self defeat. Don’t give in. It's a long hard road.