I remember being 5’5” and 199 pounds when I entered high school. I wasn’t big enough to be antagonized by classmates, but I was big enough to be completely invisible.
I remember trying on my first pair of Size 1 jeans in front of the mirror. I still thought my arms were too big and my hips were too wide.
I remember new friends expressing their jealousy of my size. That never made me feel good.
I remember releasing my forehead to my mat in yoga class and offering up my weight turmoil to a higher power. I couldn’t grapple with it anymore.
A poignant piece on Jezebel about the rollercoaster that is weight loss and grappling with body image issues.