👉The "psychological" Fat

Finishiitnow

I am not sure how the weight became an obsession. About 3 years ago I was adult size 12 and now I fit in a kid size 12. Progress is very visible but the mirrors tell me that I am still fat.
I don't remember the last time that I enjoyed an ice cream, a chocolate or a cookie with no regrets.
The voice of my parents telling me that I was their fat baby and that is why they chose bombon (marshmallow) as a nick name.
Why am I doing this? Is this for my own decision or is it to please someone?
Does this happen to you too?
Regardless of the psychological situation I feel happy for the big accomplishment, now I just have to work on the self perception.
What is your story?

nitalieben

I can really relate to this. I literally don't recognise myself in photos because it does not match the outdated image in my head.

The good news I have is that it does get better. You eventually become more accustomed. I mean, I still have my days, but most of the time now, I'm better with it.

And when I'm not, I kept my size 40 sweatpants that I had trouble making fit. And then I climb into it with both legs into one pant leg and stick my tongue out at myself in the mirror.