Body shaming growing up!

Since I was a little girl I was always told that I was too skinny, that I needed to eat more and that if it was too windy I would have to hold onto something so I would not blow away. I bet this is also what you heard if you were literally a walking stick lol. Just cause I was skinny did not mean I did not eat a lot, because that was what I was about. Out eating other people, especially the guys. So I used to eat like 10 tacos, a bean burrito and a soda in one sitting yet I was only 113 lbs. Or the fact that I could finish two chicken sandwich meals from Burger King, Large sized. I mean if you were a fan of Red Lobster, I can tell you that I used to finish the Ultimate Feast everytime and now I can’t. However, the tables had turned when I got married and then pregnant and since I was having a girl I was getting bigger, but they also said I was too small to hold a baby.

After I gave birth I was left with the weight I had gained all those months trying to be able to support my baby girl. When I found out I was pregnant I weighted 99 lbs. So you can see why they wanted me to gain more and more weight. Now I was being told you need to lose some weight. You would look better if you would exercise. Haha, because in my family I am very active compared to certain people that are now fat and they know it. Believe it or not I still have the discipline and I know the formula to getting to that perfect weight. Starting slow, but eventually it will pay off and that is when I will push more. I guess the positive thing that I always said to others was, even if I got big, I am not going to act like I’m big, fat, and lazy. The Walters, Nelson’s, and all those people that are related to either or are using their fatness as a disabilities.

Today I just thought to myself and realized that out of all the people I know in the family don’t have that discipline to keep healthy and fit. Now my dad is like that, even at 77 years old he walks and runs at times everyday when he greets the day! Plus being Army helps, but then again I am my daddy’s daughter. You would think that after breaking an ankle I would give up or be acting like I am crippled, but I don’t like to be told what I can’t do or showing any bit or weakness, so I do ME. I know some people don’t like me, that’s fine because I gives a fuck about you. I mean I told my husband that my mother in law will never see me again, unless she drives here. No way I’m going back to El Paso, so that family can forget about knowing me, because to them I am dead! Either way I am getting back into taking care of me right. Army attitude, with various motivational people I grew up with and anytime I would watch a movie of theirs I would get excited and would try to beat myself at what ever was my goal! Nevertheless I am just me!!