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⌈ Secret Post #2384 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Indeed, you can be fit and fat. I walk 12-15 miles a week, daily carry a 30lb bag up several flights of stairs in additional to other strength-training exercises, eat a varied diet full of fruits and vegetables (and lots of beef - I'm been fighting anemia ever since I got my period when I was eight years old), and unprocessed carbs, and my labwork - especially my cholesterol and LDL - is magnificent.

I'm also just a tad above average height for a woman and weigh 185lbs.

I've always been the fat one of the family. My mother was controlling and strict with the food when I was growing up, and extremely fatphobic. She even told me that the reason I broke my foot was because I was too fat for my own feet (actually, my brother slammed down hard on it). Years of such comments and having my weight made fun of has been detrimental for my mental health. I tried everything to lose weight, which became impossible after I was diagnosed with autoimmune thyroiditis. I decided a few years ago that I had enough, though. I would much rather be fat (albiet fit) and mentally in a good place than be skinny and miserable like my mom.

[(Anonymous)]

Your mother sounds like a nightmare, anony. I'm so sorry she put you through all that.

My daughter, through genetics and things like fructose corn syrup, is bigger than other girls her age - she's 10. She was always slightly underweight for her age until she turned 7 and then within two years, she just gained about fifteen pounds. But I'd cut my own tongue out before I made her feel bad about herself. Instead, I stress choosing water and milk above juices, don't allow soda at all, and try very hard to shop outside the main aisles of a grocery store, make dinners instead of opening boxes. I also took her Wii away and drag her along for mother-daughter "bonding" time in the form of walks. I want her to have a positive self-image but I also want her to be very aware of her own health and fitness and the choices she has regarding both.

I hope am I doing it right.

[(Anonymous)]

You are doing well.

Your daughter sounds a bit like me. I was underweight until I was about 8, and I reached my adult weight at age of 12. The funny thing is that most of the society is entirely okay with it, except my family will make sure that I know my place as that disgusting fat fuck whenever they can.

I'm hitting thirty soon. That marks like what, 15 years of disordered eating? Which is hilarious because I'm actually fatter because of it.