I know this is a weight loss/healthy lifestyle board, not a ’my boyfriend is a brat’ board. However, I imagine this is a big issue with women in general, but perhaps even more-so for larger women (or maybe just me! Who knows.) Anyways, I’ve been having this inner battle with my boyfriend. In the last few months, he’s lost nearly all interest in me- even just in a conversational sense. Instead of paying attention to me, he spends all kinds of his energy looking at tiny girls with big, fake boobies on MY computer. I’ve confronted him about it countless times, almost always in a joking tone. I’ve come to accept that all of us look at what we can’t obtain at that particular moment in time- million dollar houses, brand new cars, Dior shoes, anorexic girls with unnatural breasts that take dirty pictures of themselves for the world to see.. whatever! For awhile, it really started to grind on my self-esteem and I actually gained weight. I stopped trying to look pretty. I stopped wearing sexy outfits. Why put forth the effort if it doesn’t mean anything? I thought that I was no good to him until I lost weight. That was a huge source of motivation for me to ’get skinny’. That’s my mindset… Until just now. Upon yet another discovery of not-so-nice pictures on MY computer, I got extremely upset because we JUST had another discussion about this issue. And then something in my head just snapped so here is my NEW view on the matter…
I AM beautiful. Just because I have a few extra pounds (or 39..) on me, that doesn’t mean I’m not worthy of love, attention, respect. I am trying hard to lose weight. And for awhile, it was for HIM. Now it is for ME to be -healthy-. In the end, that’s what matters. If he can’t respect me or my efforts.. screw him. It’s all about me now because I realize I am gorgeous inside and out. I do not need a his approval. I do not need ANYBODY’s approval outside of my own. It’s about being healthy and comfortable with yourself. I just feel sad that it took me nearly five years in this relationship to realize that. And what really hurts is that I did look at all the pictures of nearly naked girls and I did put myself down and tell myself that I ‘needed’ to look like those girls for our relationship to get better. Screw it. Screw him. I’m working on MY clock now. To be completely honest, stumbling upon this new belief has already made me feel a million times better. I’m beautiful. I’m working hard to better myself for myself. If he doesn’t like me now, he damn sure isn’t going to like me in the future. I know my own worth now, I see my own inner and outer beauty and he can just kiss me where the sun doesn’t shine. (But it might shine there soon! I’ve never worn a bikini…)