Going to pop in here with my own story. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll try and keep it short.
I’m 38 years old and was morbidly obese my entire life. On and off diets since I was 8 years old. Around 2015, I started watching makeup tutorials online. I practiced and practiced and practiced. It became a hobby of mine. I still don’t know what kind of undertones I have so I tend to just play with things until I like them on me. For the record - I’m no professional. I still can’t do liner or apply lashes, so I just don’t bother. I took *a lot* of pictures of my makeup, so I could refer back to what I liked and what I didn’t. On top of makeup - I started ingesting body positive content. I started following all the beautiful plus size influencers that rocked what they had, wore what they want, and had fun with their makeup.
In 2019 I started intermittent fasting. I thought it was just going to be another bullshit diet I force myself to be on, but - almost five years later I’m down 75 pounds and have easily maintained my loss. It turns out that I love it and I love how I feel doing it.
Here’s the thing though - doesn’t matter how much weight I lost. I *still* work to appreciate and find myself beautiful every single day. When I look in the mirror, I see the lazy eye I was born with. I see my Italian mustache poking through. I see my big arms, loose skin apron belly, and jiggly thighs. And don’t get me started on my pendulum breasts. On my worst days - these are the things I see, but… on my good days, I see my bicep muscles I work hard for. I notice my breath when I’m hiking with friends and how easy it feels to climb. I can feel my calf, hamstring, and quad muscles. I notice my gorgeous hazel eyes and my big smile I often get complimented on.
Good luck, my friend. It’s not easy. It’s hard. It doesn’t matter what size we are.
Going to pop in here with my own story. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll try and keep it short.
I’m 38 years old and was morbidly obese my entire life. On and off diets since I was 8 years old. Around 2015, I started watching makeup tutorials online. I practiced and practiced and practiced. It became a hobby of mine. I still don’t know what kind of undertones I have so I tend to just play with things until I like them on me. For the record - I’m no professional. I still can’t do liner or apply lashes, so I just don’t bother. I took *a lot* of pictures of my makeup, so I could refer back to what I liked and what I didn’t. On top of makeup - I started ingesting body positive content. I started following all the beautiful plus size influencers that rocked what they had, wore what they want, and had fun with their makeup.
In 2019 I started intermittent fasting. I thought it was just going to be another bullshit diet I force myself to be on, but - almost five years later I’m down 75 pounds and have easily maintained my loss. It turns out that I love it and I love how I feel doing it.
Here’s the thing though - doesn’t matter how much weight I lost. I *still* work to appreciate and find myself beautiful every single day. When I look in the mirror, I see the lazy eye I was born with. I see my Italian mustache poking through. I see my big arms, loose skin apron belly, and jiggly thighs. And don’t get me started on my pendulum breasts. On my worst days - these are the things I see, but… on my good days, I see my bicep muscles I work hard for. I notice my breath when I’m hiking with friends and how easy it feels to climb. I can feel my calf, hamstring, and quad muscles. I notice my gorgeous hazel eyes and my big smile I often get complimented on.
Good luck, my friend. It’s not easy. It’s hard. It doesn’t matter what size we are.