This past week there has been quite the brouhaha in the media about a fellow Girls Gone Sporty ambassador and her weight loss. Her story has been covered by the Today Show, Huffington Post, every blog in the world (maybe I’m over exaggerating). It’s a big deal. I’d encourage you to read her story, she tells it best, and watch the movement that’s been started in her honor of women taking ownership for their own bodies. I’m so proud of Brooke and my heart hurts for her for one very big reason – comments sections.
Brooke’s story hits very close to me because as I’ve lost weight there are parts of my body that I like less now because of my loose skin. My arms, while huge, were solid. Now they are jiggly looking, so I’m very rarely sleeveless. My stomach was huge and round, but now there is a flabby and flappyness that makes me sad. DOC has mentioned that I cover it up, all the time, if you catch my drift, when I didn’t use to. I am more ashamed of myself as I’m shrinking than I was seventy pounds ago. I was who I was – a big girl. I am losing weight to be healthier and a better wife and mom, but not to look better, necessarily. Now that I’m discovering my body and am more mindful of my shape, I’m not always proud of what I see.
I should have never read other posts about Brooke’s story or posted it on my own page.
Comment sections on this story and a million others I’ve read on weight loss always make me sad. Your comment “No one needs to see that in a bikini” sounds just like “nobody wants to see your jiggly arms, Aimee.” Your comment “It is not really a picture that inspires me in my weight loss journey,” sounds to me like “Nobody wants to see you Aimee. You might be four sizes smaller but you’re still fat and you should stay home.” Your comment “…the way her tummy looks now is not inspiring, because I’m sorry, it’s not attractive, and let’s face it, the main reason people lose weight is to look better” sounds to me like “if you’re not skinny and tight and perfect, you’re not worth having people look at you, so go ahead and give up, Aimee, it’s not worth it.”
All of you that follow me here and support me at home make it worth it. Thank you! I know that none of what I hear in my own head is true. I know that I’m a better person physically and emotionally than I was two years ago.
But, damn, y’all, why you gotta be so mean (Thanks, Taylor, you’re always in my head).