I have done my share of living like a slob. As a teenager, I really didn't try to dress or look good. This was because I had all the thin people in my life basically saying to me what's the point? You are still fat. I must admit that most of my friends are either thin or overweight and not morbidly obese like me.
I have been doing a lot of soul searching here lately. That and I am just starting to have the problems that go along with being heavy. My knees and ankles are starting to moan and groan, and I am constantly out of breath. I have not been banded yet, but I have a reservation at a seminar at the end of February. (Yeah!!!) I think that I have finally reached the turning point in my life where I am beginning to take responsibility for my own problem.
Personnally, I can't stand to see someone who is wearing something that is too tight or doesn't cover what it should. I don't care if they are fat or thin. It especially bugs me when I see young girls and women who leave nothing to the imagination. I have a five year old daughter and I have to be sooooo careful when I buy her clothes---some of them are just all too revealing.
I know and accept that I am overweight, and that I am Bipolar. I have to make the decision everyday that I will take some pride in myself to look my best. Not only does it make me look better, it makes me feel better, too. I don't dress to the nines, and I don't always wear make-up, but I try to make myself feel good about myself.
