When I was around 16, I noticed that a lot of my classmates were becoming more concerned about weight loss. I had never been very self conscious about my weight, so I asked my mom if I was someone who needed to lose weight. She answered no, because I was at a normal and healthy weight. She asked my grandpa what he thought, but that backfired when he answered, "she could stand to lose a few pounds" This made me feel upset and began to restrict my calories and it soon spiraled into a full blown eating disorder.
Now I am 27 and married living with my family while our new house is being built. I am pregnant and have steadily gained weight. I am 4 months now. My grandpa says I should the treadmill and get more exercise but I don't feel like it comes from a caring place. I feel like it comes from a wretched superficial place. I still feel like he is being judgmental. I don't even feel comfortable eating in front of him. He yoyo diets a lot and is always trying to lose weight. It feels like he is projecting. If he thought I looked heavy at 5'2" 117 pounds, who knows what he thinks now that I am about 15 pounds heavier.
Now I am 27 and married living with my family while our new house is being built. I am pregnant and have steadily gained weight. I am 4 months now. My grandpa says I should the treadmill and get more exercise but I don't feel like it comes from a caring place. I feel like it comes from a wretched superficial place. I still feel like he is being judgmental. I don't even feel comfortable eating in front of him. He yoyo diets a lot and is always trying to lose weight. It feels like he is projecting. If he thought I looked heavy at 5'2" 117 pounds, who knows what he thinks now that I am about 15 pounds heavier.
