It wasn’t the sole reason I decided to lose weight. It wasn’t even a large part – but there is a photo that has been a source of shame to me since the moment. It was taken last summer, at a typical small-town bar near my sister’s cabin. There’s nothing out of the ordinary in the photo. I’m even wearing black, which is supposed to be slimming.
Compared to the other girls, I look mammoth. I dwarf the others. Upon looking at it, I didn’t even recognize myself. I couldn’t imagine that I had let myself get so big – but I had. It was the same with all subsequent pictures of me. I almost couldn’t bring myself to look at them, thinking that if I didn’t look, the problem didn’t exist.
I’m happy to say that’s slowly reversing – very slowly. I have recent pictures of myself, and I hope to post them soon. Sorry to be so serious in this post. I usually try to inject some humor into what I write, but there’s nothing funny I can think to say about the above photo. All I can say is that I’ve left that girl in the dust, and I will never be there again.