A cry for support all the way up AND all the way down the scale.
Friday, November 13, 2009
As any shortie like myself can tell you, we just hold numbers differently. Every 5 LBS on me is like 15 on a taller person, not to mention the difficulty in loosing them properly. I've gotten sparkmail many times about how people would love to be at my weight and how I shouldn't be unhappy about my size etc. They can't imagine why I'm here.
Well, fair enough.
Oh okay, but really, is it fair?
At a towering 4'10" My healthy weight range starts at 95LBS. (Yeah, towering for a chihuahua!) I wouldn't mind being 5'7" and seeing what the world is like up there, but I'm not, and I'm happy to be who I am. If I were 6 inches taller I imagine 100LBS probably wouldn't be the safest goal weight out there. But I'm not. I'm different, and I love that I'm different. I love that you're different too. I love the differences between people which make us individuals, and I also love that we have things in common also. Thats what brings us here. We want to be healthy. We want to feel good about ourselves. We want to help other people feel good about themselves.
Why is it then, that I find myself on the short (heehee) end of the support stick? I can't help but wonder if people see my ticker and assume I have a body dysmorphic disorder, and move along to someone who seems to need more support than me. I'm just like you, I want to be healthy, I want to feel sexy for my husband. I want to feel comfortable and confident getting dressed in the morning. I want to get in better shape before having a baby. I go through the same trials as everyone else, temptation, falling back on workout days, triumphs after lots of hard work.
So I put a distress call, please! Even at the end of some ones journey, or when it seems so far from difficult, it's always difficult, and the journey never ends! We are all beautiful, we are all different, we are all here. Even if we're not at eye level.