I Did Not Think I Was Worthy
This past weekend I attended a Christmas party. I had bought a dress for the event. It was something I had not wanted to wear a dress in a very long time. I took a chance wearing the dress. I was not sure I could pull it off. I doubted myself. I worried about wearing it. I did not think I was yet worthy of being able to dress like I have wanted to all my life but didn’t because I did not think I was worthy. I believed that because I was so obese that dressing fun was not an option. Big women should not show as much skin, or cleavage or dare think that it was ok to wear cute stuff. I was not going to live up to all the pretty people at the party on Saturday so why bother. And then I said to hell with it. I AM WEARING THE DRESS.
There is something deeply sad about the things that I used to and still think and say about myself. It is terribly saddening to me that I cannot get these thoughts out of my head and what is even sadder is that I have had these thoughts since I was a little girl. I talked to myself like I was the enemy. I judge myself all the time on being too big. Recently in a dressing room I sat by myself and looked at my stomach and thought for just a moment, I have lost 60 pounds and I am still huge, so what is the point. I was frustrated because my body does not look the way it used to and I could not find anything that fit or looked good on my body as it was for this period of time. I know the problem is that I was still trying to put this new body in to the same clothes that I used to wear. It was frustrating and for several minutes I hated myself. I sat on the chair wondering why, even in success, I found failure.
I had a grandmother that lived with me growing up. She was my father’s mother. She was not a happy person and she did not like me. You see, I laughed a little too loud, I said what I thinking, and I wanted to happy more than anything in my life. She was miserable. I learned later in life that she never thought her mother loved her. That she was once happy but something had changed in her during WWII. She never hugged or smiled which was the opposite of my other grandmother. We called her Gramma Bea. She would bake cookies all the time. I don’t mean a dozen at a time. She baked dozens at a time. Then she would hoard them and only give them to me when she thought I was being good but her definition of good. She used food as weapon. She would pinch my stomach and tell me I was fat. She would pinch my arms and tell the same thing. She would say to me “Go ahead and eat a cookie, your face will get so big no one will want to look at you.” She would call me chubby, fat, rotund, pudgy, and any other word she could use to wound me. She would moan about having to shop for me at Sears in the Pretty Plus section for girls. I don’t know what I did to her. Perhaps I reminded her of someone in her past that had hurt her. Maybe I was too much like my mother. She was supposed to love me but to me she hated me. I would eat even though it was the one thing she did not want me to do. I hear all that she said to me and more in my head.
It wasn’t just Gramma Bea that said things like this to me. Kids in school were cruel as well. When you are as tall as I am and a bit overweight they zero in on the insecurities that I could not hide. Add in a divorce and those awkward years and the recipe for self hate equals to lots of emotional eating and weight gain. My school would do the yearly weigh in with all of us lined up and the nurse would call out the weights. That was not fun. I remember I was 209 in the 8th grade weigh in. When the nurse announced my weight all the girls started laughing. I was crushed. I look back on photos of me then and I think how anyone could have thought I was fat. I was a softball player and on the track and field team. I was muscular and fit and I was about 20 pounds overweight. That moment is clearly locked in to my brain. It was humiliating. I went home and ate because I was so ashamed of my body.
And then the topics of worth became an issue. I did not think I was worthy of love. My mother once told my brother that she hoped he would find someone that he loved, and that she hoped that I would find someone that would take care of me. I looked and her and asked if she thought I was not worthy of love. She back peddled but I don’t think she thought love would be mine to have. So I dated boys and men that did not love me as much as I loved them. I married young and quick because I was probably afraid that I would not find anyone else. He even ended up telling me I was too fat for him when we got divorced. It was shot in anger but I am sure there was some truth to it. It took a long time for me to like myself. My next relationship was a total rebound disaster and I picked the wrong person again. I stayed single a long time and thankfully I know I got it right this time.
This journey of losing weight is so much more powerful than I ever expected it to be. There is a lot that happens when we overeat. We cannot just work on the food. We have to explore the why and how we eat and what food means to us. We have to forgive the little girls and boys that live in us that only want to be loved. My grandmother has been dead almost 15 years and there is still a part of me that just wants to hear her tell me she loves me. There is a part of me that wants those girls in grade school to say they are sorry. There is a part of me that wants to hear my ex-husband say he loved me no matter what my size was. They are not going to do that for me. I have to do that for me. There is no one else to do it for me. I have to fix the little girl in me. I have to also say it is ok for me to goof up.
I have to say I am worthy of it all. I AM WORTHY OF LOVE, SUCCESS, HOPE, HAPPINESS, STRENGTH, AND RESPECT. TO LOVE MY BODY NO MATTER HOW I AM NOW AND HOW I WILL BE AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.
To release myself I am going to write out all the things I say to myself now and in the past. I am putting it to rest. Does not mean it won’t come out again but I will know it when I hear it.
I don’t think I can do ____________ because I am too fat.
If only I would lose weight I would be so much attractive.
No fat chicks allowed.
I hate my ___________ (insert any body part here).
I am worthless.
No will care how big I will get.
I hate my body.
I look stupid.
I look fat.
My ass is huge.
I can’t wear a dress, I will look ridiculous.
I will never find any clothes that will look good on me.
I can’t wear a swimsuit, no one wants to see me on a beach or at the pool like this.
How could I be so stupid and eat all that food.
I will never be able to lose enough weight to make a difference.
I ate _______(insert food here) so I might as well eat crappy the rest of the day.
No one will ever love me.
Goodbye bad thoughts.
Hello Rose, you are wonderful, beautiful, determined, happy, loved, and you will be a success.