Yo – whattup – how we doin’ today?
Okay – I don’t know why I chose to start this post off like that but anywaaaay, here we are.
In my last post I touched on the fact that I currently weigh the heaviest I’ve ever been. Mind you, finally getting to 37kgs for a girl who has always struggled to put on weight is quite the achievement! For years, I’d jump on the scale and see the same numbers fluctuating between 34 and 35kgs, a frustrating total when your goal weight is to reach at least 40kg!
Despite having normal eating habits, stacking on the kgs was always mission impossible for my petite frame. Growing up, my mum would always pack lollies, chocolates and chips in my lunch box to try and speed up the process. In hindsight, she probably wasn’t feeding me the right kinds of fats, but what’s a Mumma bear to do when her daughter prefers eating salads and meats over carbs?
Nowadays, I understand the importance of a balanced diet, and I try to include a variety of food groups within my meals. Still though, I struggled to gain weight. This is – up until a few weeks ago, I noticed some old jeans of mine no longer fit me anymore. Not thinking too much of this, I threw out the old pair, and bought some new ones with a better fit.
Then, came the comments from my mum and others that they were noticing that I’m starting to fill out. It wasn’t until this point I figured I should weigh myself again, and sure enough I had gained a couple of kilos!
What. The. Hell?
To tell the truth, I don’t know what I’ve been doing differently. Perhaps it’s a combination of yoga causing my appetite to open up, eating more, age and being at a stage in my life of true contentment after a horrible year, which has caused my body to finally retain some weight.
Being vertically challenged, I never wanted to gain an unrealistic amount of weight anyway, just enough to have as a buffer in case I got sick, or as last year, go through a traumatic time which causes me to lose some kgs. Getting sick when you can’t afford to lose any more weight is a scary prospect which really hit home particularly last year.
People however do not seem to understand or empathise with those of us who’s best intentions are to try and put on weight, but struggle to do so. There is a double standard which lies in the comments that I and many other petites have had to endure over the years. “Wow, you’re so tiny, do you even eat?” “Are you vegetarian?” “Omg you’re too skinny, why are you so thin?” “Do you go to the gym a lot?”
It’s always perplexed me that this has been an acceptable form of discourse, but if I were to ask someone who naturally struggled to lose weight, why they are fat – I would be labelled as a bully and cruel.
NEWS FLASH – it’s the same thing! So this is my call out to those of you out there reading this, to please be more aware of your words when speaking to people who seem to be thinner than your expectations of ‘normal.’
The big booty culture has violently erupted with the likes of Kimmy K, and Meghan Trainor. Good on you if that’s what you’re into, but putting down us ‘skinny bitches’ for not having any bass is just as demeaning and cruel. It says more about you than anything else. We should be supportive and accepting of each other’s differences, whether we’re tall, short, fat, thin, blonde, red head or brunette.
Just a little food for thought for your Tuesday night.
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