Woman's Honest Portraits Show What Major Weight Loss Really Looks Like http://flip.it/UmHch So this is my first card. It's really just something I wanted to share. I also wonder about the emotional state of those who experience major weight loss. In one of my classes in college my teacher talked of her thesis which was on depression and mental unstability among gastric bypass patients resulting from their major weight loss. It was nice to read that there is an artist touch to the issue. Her photos shows an honest portrait of her journey. Have a look at the article and look up her collection, it's really provoking and poignant...I relate as I'm sure many who faced huge weight loss...even those who don't...can too.
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ButterflyBluWow. Kudos to her for being secure enough to put those out there. The mere fact that the last one is called "...Or For Worse" is significant to me. I've been in this lady's shoes. I've been a dancer and gymnast since I was three years old. I cheered for ten years. I played basketball for two. I've always had a curvy, athletic shape, what many call an hourglass. (Large breasts, small waist, curvier hips.) When I got pregnant with my son, I wound up on bedrest for the majority of the time because of a back problem that was untreatable while pregnant. I'm also narcoleptic. I even had to take my college classes by web that last trimester. By the time I gave birth, my body, obviously, had changed. I couldn't go back to dance for another 6 months because of my back. I gained a lot more weight than I even thought should happen in that amount of time. (The metabolics of narcolepsy wasn't explained to me until much later.) It was a really hard thing for me to deal with, mentally and emotionally. I even considered not dancing again, but my husband was constantly encouraging me. I slowly started back on the same plan I had always done and lost the weight, but I still looked in the mirror and, mentally, saw the same body. It was hard. About 7-8 months after I went back to dance, I was prepping for the first recital I did after my husband passed. It was a contemporary partner dance with a guy that I had been dancing with for years. It was part of our exit test for our senior year of college. I had always dealt with stage fright in a big way, but I knew this time was different. I remember telling him that I couldn't do it. I couldn't dance in front of people again because *I* was different. (It was an emotional time in general... The entire routine was choreographed around losing my husband.) I remember standing there, at dress rehearsal, thinking, "this won't look good because *I* don't look good." It didn't matter how many people told me otherwise, either. But we did the dress rehearsal and, honestly, I can't explain it to you. I broke down in the middle of a lift. My partner and I wound up crying backstage and rushing to redo my makeup before curtain call. For some reason, he lifted me and I realized It Was Fine. I was still a dancer and that hadn't changed. We danced. It was beautiful and everyone loved it. (We passed!) The stretch marks aren't going away... Its a permanent change. There are marks that shouldn't be there and places that were firm will never be...