Everyone notices and rejoices when you lose two digit weight.
But where's the joy when you have to spend money to change your wardrobe?
Where's the joy in not feeling like it because you are kind of mentally stuck with wanting to stay comfy in old sizes?
Where's the joy when every week you get anxious if you will keep to that weight?
Where's the joy in knowing this was a result of a lot of major stress and losing a loved one?
Where's the joy of knowing now you have the mental ability to stress your system into diarrheas and hence lose more weight?
(what if you use it and slowly lose control over this ability.)
I wish for once, everyone would just not rejoice.
Just stop.
Making comments as superficial as, 'Yay, keep going!' is awfully horrendous and belittling the effort it takes.
The struggle is so much more than just exercising or skipping meals or eating healthy.
But where's the joy when you have to spend money to change your wardrobe?
Where's the joy in not feeling like it because you are kind of mentally stuck with wanting to stay comfy in old sizes?
Where's the joy when every week you get anxious if you will keep to that weight?
Where's the joy in knowing this was a result of a lot of major stress and losing a loved one?
Where's the joy of knowing now you have the mental ability to stress your system into diarrheas and hence lose more weight?
(what if you use it and slowly lose control over this ability.)
I wish for once, everyone would just not rejoice.
Just stop.
Making comments as superficial as, 'Yay, keep going!' is awfully horrendous and belittling the effort it takes.
The struggle is so much more than just exercising or skipping meals or eating healthy.
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