I’ll be the first to admit that I am vain; when I can’t fit into a beloved outfit I was planning to wear because of my weight, I get upset.
Dating my boyfriend hasn’t magically made me okay with my weight’s fluctuations, but what his presence has done it make me feel beautiful in his eyes no matter what, and look at why I might be gaining weight. When I get bad news, I want to soothe myself with salt.
In fact, he’s the one who looks at labels more closely than I do.I can’t count the number of times I’ve been asked if he’s “working” on his weight. He’s working on living his life and doing so in as healthy a manner as possible, one that works for him.Being bombarded with this type of faux-concern has given me empathy for what he and other fat people go through umpteen times a day, and just how unhelpful it is.If I suddenly gained 20 pounds in a month for no apparent reason, he would ask me about it, but not in a menacing, shaming way.I didn’t know it was possible to differentiate those two, since I’d always experienced comments about any weight gain as a negative.