You and I are the same height! On the one hand, people tell me that I'm pretty, don't need to lose weight and they are stunned when they find out actually how much I weigh -- they normally estimate around the 140-150lb mark. On the other hand, I am constantly aware of my excess fat when it's hot outside and my thighs rub together (this was a big problem for me when I was younger on holiday, as they would get sore), when I sit down and my bum hangs out and my belly flops over, or my belt digs in to my skin. I am aware of my fat when I go shopping for clothes and find that trousers just don't fit unless they are super baggy styles, because my hips, bum and thighs are just too big.
Also, weight issues have been drummed into me since I was a kid -- my mum always asked me if she was fat, and always said to me 'Don't let your waist line be a waste of time!'. My sister had eating problems and went from being a chubby teenager, to developing anorexia. I was thrown into the sweet section of the shops as a distraction whilst my mum went to buy her daily bottle of vodka, but then I was castigated for wanting to eat sugary starchy foods all the time. So, I may be tall, but I have over 25 years worth of fat to get rid of, along with sorting out my relationship with food.
In recent years, when I've been at my heaviest points, my sister always says to me "You're so pretty, and you have such a beautiful face, and you'll be even prettier if you lose weight." Of course I know her intention is good, but it's kind of a kick in the groin. My father also has a tendency to comment on what I eat when we're together. I'll be eating some cheese, and he'll remind me that I'm 'on a diet', or say "are you allowed to eat that on your diet?", or "So you've been pigging out then?", or "Would you like some bread? Oh no, you can't have that, can you.", when he knows full well that I have a wheat intolerance. I'm not sure what he means by any of this, because none of it has anything positive behind it. I guess it's just his way. I love him, but he's not a great listener, and always has to have an opinion.
Anyway, I'm ranting! But I feel your anguish. Your friend has no idea what it's like to be you, so she hasn't a leg to stand on if she wants to argue against how you feel or what you should eat or not eat. Or, maybe she's completely oblivious to peoples' sizes and it's just not an issue for her?
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