Wednesday, August 4, 2010

You're Not Going To Be "THAT" Person, Are You?

Well...here it is...the Dinnerland inspired post. Let's begin:

Let me start by saying I am a forever fatty. I was a chubby little girl, and my mother, having struggled with her weight her whole life, made it her life's work that I might not be a fat girl. To her, what that meant was shaming me about my weight in the hopes that I would eventually take myself in hand and lose weight, taking me with her to all her diet programs, and even taking me to a psychiatrist when I was about 12. Let me preface this by saying that I adore my mother, and we're very close, and she acknowledges that the fucked up HUGE, but that she was only trying to save me a lifetime of...well...this. Some of the main things of note that have resonated all these years are:

After seeing "Annie" when I was about 10 years old and immediately expressing my deep need to now be a movie star just like the girls in the movie, my mother turned to me and said "Oh well, they would never put you in a movie...they don't let fat little girls be in movies."

After walking across the stage for my grade 8 graduation, my mother very seriously telling me "Gillian, you were the fattest girl who walked across that stage."

Telling me that my thin friends were my friends because I was no competition for them when it came to boys.

Yeah...like that. Am I pissed off about that shit? Yep. Does it come out every now and then when my mother and I are getting into it? Yep. However...did it define me? Hmmm...I'm not sure, but probably not? That's probably a whole 'nother blog right there!

Clearly, my mother's plan didn't work. I mean, yes...I did starve myself through half of grade 11 and lost 40 lbs...and starved myself AND threw up a good deal in University resulting in a huge weight loss...and took Phen Fen and Xenical and went on any gods amount of diet plans...but really, am I saying anything here that any of us haven't done?

And during all of this, did I hate myself? The answer is an unequiviocal no. Do I hate being fat? Not really. I hate that fat limits what I can do...but when I say I like being the fat chick...I really mean it! Do I feel hotter now that I'm down 85lbs? Maybe a little, but honestly...not as much as you might think!

Growing up, not many of my friends were fat. My BFF and I started out pretty much the same size, in fact. I think we were darling little puddins...both of us normal and adorable 5 year olds, ready to take on the world. But I ended up way fat, and she's varying degrees of skinny, but always skinny. My oldest friends are thin girls. But in University, all my friends were chubby to some degree or another, and food was a big part of University life. And here I am as a grown up lady, and honestly...most of my close girlfriends are at least a little overweight. So yeah...I think I must gravitate to fat people. But am I prejudiced against fat people? Frig, I hope not!


Which brings me to last week, some of the girlfriends and I were at the Keg steakhouse for a girl's night out. I had planned ahead and was going to pass up steak and just have an appetizer - scallops wrapped in bacon - very yummy, and less than 300 calories for the serving (let's not talk about the bottle of wine I drank, because obviously, wine that you had to purchase at a restaurant does not count, the same way cake eaten over the sink also has no calories). Anyway, talk turned to my weight loss, as it sometimes does lately, and I guess I started spouting some of the things that I've learned and that I do now when deciding what to eat, and one of the girls said "oh my god...you're not turning into one of THOSE people, are you??" By which she meant now that I'm losing weight, I'm not going to get all preachy and junk to those of the world who are not ready to lose weight yet. And I sincerely hope the answer is no. I hope that those words (and Dinnerland's post) made me chiggity check myself before I wreck myself, you feel me?

Hmmm...this post was not as well organized as I'd hoped it would be...but it's getting long and drawn out and something shiny just went by, so...I think that might be all I have to say about that.

29 comments:

  1. Gilly-Obviously-- the childhood harassment made you a better, stronger and more balanced person.

    You go girl!!

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  2. I know what you speak of - I was always afraid of 'those' people before. Great post Gilly Beane!
    As a veteran fattie (15 years) I'm admittedly prejudiced against skinny people. They have no idea what it's like and it ticks me off when they preach about what we *should* do to lose weight.
    So I guess it goes both ways. lol - Crazy!

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  3. Not surprising that your childhood weight loss nightmares sound quite a lot like mine! And you know, as I got fatter I clearly sought out fatter friends. I guess I just didn't want to be THAT much bigger than the people I was hanging out with. Wonder if that means I should go find some skinny friends...oh wait ;) I have all of you gettin' skinny blogger friends!!

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  4. Nice post. I agree with Jen that I am a bit prejudiced about skinny people (most of my friends) because they are one of "those" that likes to spout how to lose weight and also the eye lift when you choose to put a bit of sin into your mouth-that one always gets me. Like they can eat their cake but I can't. I honestly hadn't thought about the weight of my friends until Dinnerland (and now you) posted about it. I was and still am attracted more to personality and friendliness more than to physical attractiveness. We all know the boring uptight skinny and fat girls. We probably wouldn't be friends with either of them because they don't get how we think.

    OK-shutup now Sandy and close out. Maybe I should do my own post. But to end, you are the sweetest person.I think we would always be friends. Especially now that I can drink beer!

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  5. wow! so much of my childhood relates to yours in ways, it crazy. My mom brought me with her to weight watcher meetings starting @ the age of 7, I was brought to a nutritionist @ the age of 11, and I had a memership to the 'fun room' (aka the gym) by the age of 13. I think these are major shaping points in our lives...but like you, I overcame it and am proud of my body and never hated my size. Thank you so much for posting this, it made me reflect on my childhood and how I got to be where I am. xoxo

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  6. Sounds like my mother. However you turned out to be a normal person while I went the other way!! Do I wish my childhood was different? Yes, but I don't have some time machine to go back so I am trying to correct it now and make the best of what I've got!

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  7. I feel ya....
    That is one of my worries as well that I will become "one of THOSE people."

    Funny because just last week, one of my co-workers decided to critique every thing I had on my plate. I wanted to slap him, but he was old so I didn't.

    Wonderful post.

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  8. Your mother and my mom must have gone to the same parental shaming classes. I could have recited your words verbatim. I am so glad you are as well adjusted as you are and no, I don't think you will be one of those people.

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  9. Thanks for the tribute post-- but this is not a 'cover' (I am riffing on the 'band' idea-- get it, 'tribute band' and 'covering' a song...).... post at all.
    You took my idea and made it different and interesting and I learned from you too.
    Oh: and I had the unfortunate pre-teen incident of being in a play and being so excited, and after the play, all my parents said (or at least all I REMEMBER them saying: you looked bigger than anyone else in that dance outfit.) Oy!!
    Painful memory.
    Thanks for sharing, this is all good info, and I hope I'll never be one of 'those' people either.

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  10. This was a great post Gilly. My heart actually hurt when I was reading the comments from your mom. That is so sad to me, shame is never an incentive for anything. I'm glad you are the woman you are, you're my hero!

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  11. Great post, Gilly.

    However, the part that got me the most was "I hate that fat limits what I can do." You know, I get you on this one. For real. I've often thought about what I like to do most in this whole world - read and eat. It's true. Unfortunately, those two activities do not lead to skinniness. I do enjoy more active activities as well, but given my druthers, I'd read and eat and read and eat most days. Sigh...sure would be easier to just be fat!

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  12. What makes you an inspiration for me, Gilly, is not what you've accomplished in your LapBand journey. It's not the weight you are or the weight you were or happiness you bring or the thought you provoke. What makes you an inspiration to me, Gilly, is how comfortable you are in your own skin and how fearless you are to let that shine through. Its beautiful. Plain and simple.

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  13. Great post, Gilly. My parents both went to the same school as your mom. My mom put me on my first diet when I was in 3rd grade. . during a vacation with my skinny cousins, which gave one of them license to make fun of me over it. Meanwhile. . if you look at the photos, I was a normal, healthy, NOT AT ALL FAT seven year old.

    My parents rode me about my weight for my entire life from that point on. I don't post about it because I know that they were well-intentioned (though completely f-ed up) and they both read my blog. In many ways, I think that gaining all that weight was the ultimate F-You I could give. I have always hated being controlled by other people. I'm glad that I got that out of my system and found the band.

    Really great posts by you and Vanessa -- very thought provoking. :)

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  14. Well said!

    My mother and your mother sound like twins.. it is my mothers opinion that she can embarrass a person into changing. Yeah! that works really well... sigh. Good post!

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  15. Wow - this really got me thinking - shocking I know. I may have to do a tribute post to your tribute post. As a Mother I am scared shitless of what I may do to my daughter's self image.

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  16. Holy shit Gilly...we had the same mother...hi Sis.

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  17. Great insight, great post...great you.

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  18. Thought provoking post, Gilly. I had somewhat similar struggles with my family. My mom also had a weight problem (she had a very successful gastric bypass in 2002). It was she who brought me to my very first Weight Watchers meeting at the ripe old age of 12. Imagine my horror when my 6th grade teacher strolled in (she was a lifetime member)...awkward! Fortunately she didn't have the comments for me. I handled most of that by myself. (with some assistance from my Dad and my Aunt) But, no one was as critical of me as I was (am) of myself. I wish I had half as much self-esteem as you have.

    You're an inspiration! Thanks for sharing!

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  19. Great post, Gilly. Sounds like a tough, tough situation for a little girl. Despite all that, you are a ray of sunshine! Even over the Internets, your quick sense of humor and wry outlook on life make my days brighter.

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  20. Awesome! I wish that I had the same feelings towards the harsh my mother spoke about my weight when I was young. I hate being fat but cannot exactly say that I would enjoy being thin either....haven't been there in a VERY long time!

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  21. I feel sad for little Gilly, must have been horrible to hear that from your mother x

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  22. <---- RAISING HAND lifetime fatty here! and yeah, i find myself turning into THAT person...the "do you know how many calories are in that?" person, the "all i can talk about is weight loss, eating, ill fitting clothes etc etc" person
    i hate that person

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  23. great post Gilly! I remember being told that I should go on a diet at age nine by my nana, And then being brought to Jenny Craig when I was in seventh grade.

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  24. You know, I always have wondered if I would have avoided being a lifetime fatty if my Mom would have just slapped the McDonald's out of my hand and explained to me that what I ate affected how I looked. I seriously didn't learn the intricacies of that shit until *high school*! I've wondered about all the opportunities I've missed out on because of my weight, and I've often wanted to blame it on my mother for NOT badgering me and telling me to diet and exercise and all that. Reading this, and all these wonderful comments, literally helped me let some of that go. As a fat daughter of a fat mother herself, who I know was berated for her weight by both her parents, maybe she was protecting me. Either way, it's true that our parents only want what's best for us - it really is too bad there isn't a handbook for parenting.

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  25. Also! I'm going to look into this Arlene lady for Halloween! She sounds fun and besides...I wanna be Joan EVERYDAY, not just as a costume! =)

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  26. Grandmother to 12 year old granddaughter who lost a little weight on Slimfast:

    "Thank god you lost weight. You were starting to look like a cow."

    Thanks, Nana Molly for contributing to a lifetime of shame and obesity! And to think most grandmothers knit sweaters instead of crushing souls.

    Great post.

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  27. Oh the harm a few words can do.
    and the encouragement a few more can bring.

    Great post. Loved it. Thanks.

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  28. Shamefully I'm just now catching up...

    Gasp, mom!!! I suppose the moms think they are doing the best thing for us. I guess.

    I definitely don't think you are one of THOSE people.

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