I think the hardest thing about having this surgery is the stigma behind it. I find myself having to defend myself in my own blog, a place where I should feel safe for having any feeling or thought, for having this surgery to try and get healthy. I have to defend the choices I make in my life against people who have no idea what I have gone through in my life.
I have been called fatso, lard ass, fattie, whale, pig, little miss piggy, tub of lard, big fat Ashlee, Fatshlee, fat bitch, and so many other names throughout my entire life I can’t even remember them. This started when I was in 3rd grade… 3RD GRADE! What kind of child should have to go through that kind of pain? What is the reason we have to be so cruel?
A friend of mine that had her surgery a few months ago hasn’t told a lot of people because of that stigma. She feels, as do I, that people will judge her for “taking the easy way out” as everyone is led to believe. It’s the same stigma that we say to ourselves, “We really couldn’t just exercise?”
I would like to address this stigma. No- I can’t just exercise. No, it isn’t about just not eating. I have lived my entire life as a fat person. It is engrained in my DNA, my body doesn’t work like yours. I gain more weight then do you when I eat something not so healthy. I don’t lose as much weight as you do when I eat right and exercise. My body has physical pain when I exercise, and I DO exercise. I do Zumba and go to the gym, and hike and try to do all of these things- Being obese is a struggle I have to live with every single day of my life. And I’ve said this before, this isn’t the easy way out. This is probably going to be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done in my life. And you know what? I am proud of it.
I am proud that I am taking my life into my own hands, and deciding that half a life isn’t enough for me. I am deciding to LIVE and be HEALTHY, and to put that on to my children. I am making a conscious effort to change my life for the better. Why would someone judge something so positive in this world of negativity? In this world of hate and war and murder, why can’t someone embrace something as beautiful as being healthy and living life to the fullest extend? Or trying to make a better life for my children?
Why can’t we just be happy for each other? Be proud for making that difficult decision, proud for taking their lives into their hands and doing something good with it. I could stay this way the rest of my life- easily. I could continue to gain weight, yoyo through life always dieting, always working hard. I could have obese children and continue this trend. Or I can make the tough decision and do good in the world.
Today will be the first day I will have my blog on my Facebook. Every person I know and love will know what my decision is and that I want to love life.
If you have any negative comments, please keep them to yourself. If you feel the need to put negative comments on my blog, they won’t be approved, so no one else will see them but me. I will not allow your cruelty to impact other people and their positive life change.
As always, positivity and support is welcome with open arms.
I have been called fatso, lard ass, fattie, whale, pig, little miss piggy, tub of lard, big fat Ashlee, Fatshlee, fat bitch, and so many other names throughout my entire life I can’t even remember them. This started when I was in 3rd grade… 3RD GRADE! What kind of child should have to go through that kind of pain? What is the reason we have to be so cruel?
A friend of mine that had her surgery a few months ago hasn’t told a lot of people because of that stigma. She feels, as do I, that people will judge her for “taking the easy way out” as everyone is led to believe. It’s the same stigma that we say to ourselves, “We really couldn’t just exercise?”
I would like to address this stigma. No- I can’t just exercise. No, it isn’t about just not eating. I have lived my entire life as a fat person. It is engrained in my DNA, my body doesn’t work like yours. I gain more weight then do you when I eat something not so healthy. I don’t lose as much weight as you do when I eat right and exercise. My body has physical pain when I exercise, and I DO exercise. I do Zumba and go to the gym, and hike and try to do all of these things- Being obese is a struggle I have to live with every single day of my life. And I’ve said this before, this isn’t the easy way out. This is probably going to be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done in my life. And you know what? I am proud of it.
I am proud that I am taking my life into my own hands, and deciding that half a life isn’t enough for me. I am deciding to LIVE and be HEALTHY, and to put that on to my children. I am making a conscious effort to change my life for the better. Why would someone judge something so positive in this world of negativity? In this world of hate and war and murder, why can’t someone embrace something as beautiful as being healthy and living life to the fullest extend? Or trying to make a better life for my children?
Why can’t we just be happy for each other? Be proud for making that difficult decision, proud for taking their lives into their hands and doing something good with it. I could stay this way the rest of my life- easily. I could continue to gain weight, yoyo through life always dieting, always working hard. I could have obese children and continue this trend. Or I can make the tough decision and do good in the world.
Today will be the first day I will have my blog on my Facebook. Every person I know and love will know what my decision is and that I want to love life.
If you have any negative comments, please keep them to yourself. If you feel the need to put negative comments on my blog, they won’t be approved, so no one else will see them but me. I will not allow your cruelty to impact other people and their positive life change.
As always, positivity and support is welcome with open arms.
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