What do/did you hate about being overweight?

MotherShabubu · June 2016

I hate my double chin in photos.

I hate my total lack of energy.

I hate getting out of breath after climbing one flight of stairs.

I hate feeling twenty years older than I actually am.

I hate being the *only* fat person in my family, and the *only* fat female in my group of friends.

I hate wasting my money on junk food.

I hate sneaking food and lying to people about my diet.

I hate having a strained relationship with my parents, who hate the fact that I've gotten so big.

I hate feeling like I'm being judged whenever I eat in public.

I hate chairs with arms, and cheap plastic chairs.

I hate the seats at old cinemas and old theatres.

I hate university combined chair/desks, and lecture halls with flip-down desks.

I hate the fact that I look huge in all my recent graduation photos, and that I'm embarrassed to show anyone.

I hate that I've been single for almost six years, while most my friends are in long-term relationships. I know it's because of my weight.

I hate that I know several people who are decades older than I am and who are *much* fitter than me.

I hate being fat while also being very tall (5'11''). I feel like a man.

I hate clothes shopping. I hate having to pass up clothes that I like because I look fat in them, and having to settle for clothes that are "slimming". (I hate that word, by the way.)

I hate wearing mostly black clothes because I don't feel confident enough to wear colours.

I hate wearing loose-fitting clothes all the time, because I don't feel confident enough to wear anything even remotely fitting.

I hate feeling like I've wasted my 20s being obese and unhappy, when they should have been the best years of my life.

What about everyone else?

SezxyStef · June 2016

my health was suffering.

that's it.

PS1000tessa · June 2016

having to tuck my belly in every time I pose for pictures.
hide by fat under long shirts
having flabby arms
not being able to wear short skirts
always questioning "what do people think of me being fat"
not being able to be physically active without feeling like I am dying.

brb_2013 · June 2016

I can't think in terms like this. I'm changing to become more, not less.

cross2bear · June 2016

All those hates!! And it is within your power to change every one of them. Good Luck!!

Need2Exerc1se · June 2016

I didn't like that I felt fat and my favorite clothes were too tight. I didn't have any health problems because I was pretty active but since I'd been thin for so long I just didn't feel like me anymore.

Caroline393 · June 2016

I don't want to be the biggest person in my friend group anymore, I want to be able to wear any kind of clothes and style because I love fashion and dressing up but there are a lot of things that don't look good on me because of my weight. I want to stop being self-conscious about my body in front of my boyfriend. I want to wear a bikini. I want my boobs to be smaller so I can wear strapless dresses. I want to look at myself in photos and not pick them apart. I want to be strong and healthy and able to do anything. I love hiking and I want to be able to climb a mountain without feeling so out of breath as I go. I want to stop feeling like I have to miss out on opportunities because of how I look or because I'm not in shape. I'm in the prime of my life and I want my body and self-image to stop holding me back from new experiences.

RainaProske · June 2016

The obvious disrespect toward overweight persons.
I shop often at a particular health food store in my little city, and I make sure that I remind them every few months of the following: this store is where one might expect disrespect toward someone who is overweight, but it never happened by any employee or by management. Never! And they need to be reminded of their great attitude. It was and remains both memorable and appreciated.

Bxqtie116 · June 2016

I hated shopping in the plus size section ( I'm now in the misses and hopefully by next year I'll be back in the petite section).

I hated taking pictures and always running from the camera. And if I did take a picture, I was always hiding in the back and holding my stomach in.

I hated seeing my face look so full.

I hated that guys stopped looking my way.

I hated that I lied about my weight on my drivers license.

Fortunately, this has changed or about to change and I'm beginning to feel more confident about myself.

alyssagb1 · June 2016

Being over weight. I was extremely self conscious. Only after I began losing, and becoming more active did being healthy become the larger issue for me.

kbarrett0701 · June 2016

I hated my double chin in photos.

I hated wasting money on junk food drawer(found my old stash the other day).

I hated sneaking food and doing late night runs that were unknown to everyone.

I hated when my grandfather would criticize everything I would eat.

I hated that I was scared to sit on chairs

I hated flying, because I'd have to have a seatbelt extender

I hated that my back roll would always get super sweaty.

I hated that my new jeans wouldn't last very long because my legs would rub together and ruin them.

I hated that I could never wear a dress, because my legs would rub together and create burns.

I hated trying on clothes and knowing I wouldn't be able to fit in the super cute ones.

ElJefeChief · June 2016

I hated looking unattractive, and also the joint pain, getting really gross and sweaty easily.

bmele0 · June 2016

I hated the following:

Going to a crowded restaurant or somewhere with lots of chairs/tables and worrying I couldn't squeeze between them or being seated at a booth I couldn't fit into.

Shopping in the plus size section, I hated feeling like my clothing choices were limited to what looked like something an 80 year old would wear.

Not being able to keep up with my young and active son.

Feeling depressed and crying a lot- I never realized how much my mood/outlook was due to being obese.

Pushing my car's seat all the way back and still filling up the space/having a hard time buckling.

The looks people gave me sometimes.

Doctors not taking me seriously or telling me everything was due to my weight. Turns out I have Familial hypercholesterolemia, but my weight was always blamed. I'll be on meds probably for the rest of my life no matter how fit or healthy I become.

And even though I'm not obese anymore and well on my way to healthy after losing 122 lbs, I still have trouble with the mindset. I still panic for a moment looking at a booth or crowded room. I go into a dept. store and have to remind myself not to head straight for plus size, etc.

KetoneKaren · June 2016

I want to keep up with my grandchildren.

I want to be able to cross my legs casually, without effort or thought, and sit there with one draped over the other as if I have always been able to do that...

I want to look at myself fully in a mirror and hold my own gaze.

I want to feel great about eating. Not guilty.

I want to sit in the regular sized chairs and not worry about getting stuck.

I want to look down and see my feet.

I want to stand up without my knees hurting.

I want to buy clothes in the regular section of the store.

I want to be able to order a dessert without raising eyebrows.

I want to walk through the house and not hear things rattling and shaking.

I want my hipbones to stick out when I lay flat on my back.

I want to be able to tuck in my blouse.

I want to quit worrying about what people who are behind me are thinking about my rear profile.

I want to pass by a mirror and do a double take.

kommodevaran · June 2016

I hated the cushions of fat rubbing against each other when I moved (so I preferred to not move).
I hated fearing that my clothes would be so tight that I actually couldn't get dressed tomorrow. I also hated shopping for clothes.
I hated food. I hated cravings, but I hated food more.
I hated that I always was offered leftovers, and I hated that I always accepted.

I didn't realize how lazy I had become, or how much pain was related to the overweight, or that the inside of pants (trousers) thighs aren't supposed to rip through in one week. I didn't realize how stressful it was to never have "enough" "food".

KittyInBoots · June 2016

Being judged/criticized for "not working out". Not being able to eat without someone scanning my plate with a smirk or a snicker.

I totally get the "wasting my 20s" thing. Agreed for sure.

Not being able to buy riding boots because my calves are too fat. And practically ruining the top of my expensive boots that I was able to actually fit.

Feeling "restricted" with clothing. Automatically looking for the biggest size and then feeling horrible when it is too small. Reaching the plus sizes.

Constantly have to check how "my flab fits", whether trying on new clothes at a store, or at home before I go out somewhere. These questions go through my mind...
1. Is my back flab showing?
2. How does my stomach look?
3. Muffin top hidden?
4. Then then fat legs... the thighs, etc...

Most of all, a general lack of self esteem.

BUT - here is one thing I love/loved about being overweight - it taught me to truly not judge someone on appearance, and to value personality over everything!

LisaKay91 · June 2016

I hate that I am too nervous to get on a roller coaster because I am terrified I won't fit in the seat.
I could be 100lbs and I would still be nervous getting on one. I haven't rode a coaster in like 3 years because of it.

lulalacroix · June 2016

I hate the fat on my neck

I hate the little pockets of fat on my toes.

I hate that I used to love my appearance in the mirror and now I rarely look at myself.

I hate that I have a very expensive wardrobe that I cannot wear.

I hate being out of breath walking up the stairs.

but...

I love that I can run better lately.

I love that I am down a size.

I love that I lift heavy in the gym even if people stare.

I love that I am going to be in great shape.

I love that I'm gonna run my first marathon at 50!

RunsWithBees · June 2016

I HATED being asked all the time if I was PREGNANT or when the baby was due! Or people assumed that I had just recently given birth. Someone once asked me completely out of the blue "How old is your baby now?" So I answered "My son just turned 18". She said "Oh, he's 18 months?" I said "No, he's 18 years old!"

Machka9 · June 2016

I hated not being able to cycle up hills ... not being able to cycle somewhat fast anymore ... not being able to do the long distance cycling events I love doing ...

I hated not being able to walk up hills without gasping and wheezing for breath and looking like I needed medical attention ...

I hated sitting in soft seats (like sofas and things) and feeling all squished ...

I hated that I had a closet full of my slender clothes which I couldn't fit into anymore.

What do/did you hate about being overweight?

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