Monday, June 6, 2011 Permalink

GenieIn a recent post I talked about how I ‘wish’ my life away. Not wanting to do the hard yards it takes to lose weight, I yearn for months to pass so I can just emerge – as if newly hatched, looking all svelte and lean. I said that, in my mind at those times (which is more often than I’d like) I’m often walking about and I’ll think, “I wish it was 6 months’ time and I was walking along here but I was 60kg thinner.” For example.

Writing about that made me wonder how much I really want it. What would I really do or give to lose weight. Would I sell my soul, or my mother? If a genie appeared before me today, what would I wish for? World peace, a cure for cancer, or would I selfishly wish to be slim? God, it sounds terrible, but I may wish for the latter. But would that solve all of my problems?

Fat suit

A blog I follow, Big Girl Bombshell, last week referred to an experiment where gorgeous models don fat suits for a day to see how they are treated as a ‘fatty’ as opposed to a slim model. BGB actually wanted to revisit the experiment, but the slim friend she approached though t it in poor taste, saying (in an enlightened manner) that she could never understand what it was like to be ‘larger’ because she would be able to take that fat suit off at the end of the day.  As a result, BGB flips the experient around a little, and asks:

What if..just what if…you woke up thin?  What if for just one day, you could take off the fat suit and be at a normal weight?  What do you imagine you would say to yourself when you look in the mirror? How do you think you would be treated differently?  How would you move or eat or act differently?

I thought about this on the train into work today. It started because I was sitting opposite a very cute guy. He smiled at me at one point and for a moment I felt warm and fuzzy and there was a vague stirring (no, not that kind!) as I remembered that feeling of being interested in someone and the anticipation of what might come. Of course in this case I hadn’t done a BOG check (band of gold – he was indeed wearing a wedding ring) and as soon as the warm and fuzzy feeling subsided and my smile-in-return faded, I remembered that I was (in fact) a big, fat, ugly thing and essentially unattractive to the opposite sex. He was probably being polite, or chuckling over the fact that I used the Apple symbol on the back of my iPhone (as a mirror) to apply my lipstick.

It all reminded me of BGB’s blog post though and I wondered how differently I would be behaving and being treated if I was 40-60kg less than I am now. At that point it was only 8.30 in the morning but there were a myriad of things I would have done differently:

  1. I probably would have gotten out of bed to exercise rather than stayed beneath the covers
  2. I would have had different (and more interesting) clothing choices when dressing for work
  3. I would have probably looked at my reflection in the mirror (other than to put my contact lenses in)
  4. I might have worn makeup
  5. I might have walked to the train station with more of a bounce in my step and feeling confident and enthusiastic, rather than constantly pulling my bag away from my hip so my long shirt didn’t cling to my curves as much
  6. I wouldn’t have been gasping for breath after climbing the 45 steps to the train station and I wouldn’t have arrived at the train station in a lather of sweat (often needing a hand-towel to pat down my hair and face!)
  7. I could catch any train, rather than one with lots of spare seats, so I get one to myself and don’t have to worry about trying to squeeze next to someone (I don’t, I stand) or feel bad as someone has to squeeze in next to me if I’m there first
  8. I wouldn’t be subtlely trying to look down to see how much my bum is going over my seat allocation and onto the one next to me
  9. I could have smiled at the guy opposite me (despite the BOG) without feeling self-conscious and taken the opportunity to have more of a perve about the train, thinking that a relationship may actually be a possibility for me

AND at that point in my ponderings I hadn’t even arrived at work. Dressing differently and not feeling self conscious would indeed help my confidence, as I would feel less-judged by others. I believe that people see me as weak-willed and pathetic, but suspect I am projecting a bit. (I wrote a little while ago about how I judge others and myself quite harshly for being quite overweight.)

I can’t help but notice that a lot of the ‘differences’ for me are psychological. I would feel less self-conscious if I didn’t arrive at the train sweaty, or be taking up too much space, or be able to dress differently. I wonder if losing weight will change that, or will I still feel fat? Will I ever be good enough to be self-confident and feel worthy?

I’ve been almost-normal looking before, I’ve been slim before and I’ve been skinny before. In reality it changed nothing and it solved nothing. I was still me; not quite perfect enough. But, despite that, if  genie appeared before me today (please, please, please) I’m pretty sure I’d still ask to be slim.

  • Jules Big Girl Bombshell
    June 6, 2011

    THANK YOU! for this honest post! This is exactly what I was looking for! What would we do different and looking at the things we can change NOW! So, what one thing will you, perhaps, do a little differently today? Me, I think I might follow your last one and wear a BIG smile!

    • rockafellaskank
      June 7, 2011

      Jules, I read your reply just before heading off to catch my train into work. So, I made an effort not to feel self-conscious that I was (and probably looked) hot and sweaty. Instead I took solace in the fact that I’d been to pilates early this morning and had my exercise done and out of the way. I guess it’s important to bring some of those thoughts into focus a bit more and try to stop the negativity.

      By the way, I am a huge fan of your blog!

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