They wanted to weigh me and I hadn’t anticipated that. They sat me down and oh so casually said they needed my weight
I haven’t seen my weight for more than two months and the instant panic made it impossible to speak, I could have told them I didn’t want to see it, or that maybe I didn’t have to, but I couldn’t. So I got up and I stood on the scales.
That’s what the skinny girl weighing me called out.
And the voices came running. The pain struck me and all I wanted to do was cry. I’m sat in the waiting room waiting for the consultant and the tears are burning, trying to burst and run down my face.
I haven’t seen my weight for more than two months and all those doubts were right. I’m fat. I’ve gained weight and I’m so fat. I need to lose it. I knew I needed to lose it but I ignored the voices and let myself eat. I allowed myself to eat similar amounts to everyone else and whilst I haven’t trained I have paid for it. Oh have I paid for all that over indulgence and wrong choices.
Why did I eat what I ate?
Why did I drink what I drank?
Why did I not train as much?
It’s my fault. I’ve gained so much weight and its all my fault. I feel numb and broken inside and it hurts. When that number was called out I felt as if a thousand knives stabbed me at once.
I just felt raw.
I felt the self-hatred come back. It seethed through my body and it burned my insides. My head started spinning and I had a lump in my throat. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I almost didn’t want to breathe as if I could pretend I wasn’t there. As if I could pretend it wasn’t true, but it was. Almost 65kg and yeah I had my clothes on, but that doesn’t really add much on, does it?
No point hiding from the fact that I’m fat. No point trying to comfort myself and soften the blow that I’m so fat right now. Its blatantly obvious. No point denying it.
One year since things went downhill with swimming and I’ve gained 9kg.
I feel like a disgrace and I need to get my anger out. I just want to scream and shout and just cry…I just really want to curl up and cry away all the pain.
As if crying would make it better anyway.
I can’t even describe how I’m feeling with my words in any sense that is actually an adequate representation. All I know is that I am fat and it hurts. I used to be 55kg and I want to be that weight again. I don’t care if I was purging at that weight, I just want to get there without purging.
I want to be that tiny girl again.
I need to be slim. I need to be better than what I am and I want it now. I don’t like feeling this hurt, I don’t like the pain that burns in my head and my body and I’m sick. I’m sick of being this mess. I’m sick of my life revolving around my weight and the sooner I sort it out the better.
I feel so raw.
I need to sort it out.
I feel so numb.
I just need to lose weight.
I feel so broken.
I just need to be slim again, that small again
I’m so scared that I can’t do it. I’m so frightened that I am always going to be this fat.
I want to do it healthily but I’m scared that that option won’t work.
I just feel empty inside. I feel so hurt and depressed when I look at myself. I want to be more than this. I want to be slimmer.
I feel so broken and numb, but it doesn’t feel like there’s anything I can do about it.