mistybear4
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joined Nov 2007
I find myself drifting back to the story of Little Red Riding Hood, which honestly feels like better reading than most of the professional textbooks out there. Just some loud thoughts of mine—maybe someone else will see eye to eye with me on this.
If I stick to something light like a bowl of soup with some steamed veggies, maybe some fish, or even just one of those small student-sized portions of pasta in sauce, I don't feel that overwhelming urge to kiss the pot because, honestly, I actually managed to eat a decent amount for once.
You're likely just aware that you ate something healthy and low-calorie, so your brain is sending you that signal that it won't actually lead to weight gain. 🙂
It honestly feels like my stomach is starting to bloat... though I suppose there’s a perfectly logical reason for it, considering I haven't been able to use the bathroom in days and the discomfort is getting pretty intense.
Most digestive issues really just boil down to a lack of plant fiber, which usually stems from picking out processed junk that offers zero nutritional value... It’s a depressing reality, but about 70% of people living in the US these days are struggling with digestive problems. 😢
The worst part is that this isn't just a one-off thing; I’ve lived my entire life taking the path of least resistance, always drifting toward whatever is easiest rather than actually standing my ground.
Don't sweat it, you aren't alone in feeling this way; I've been through those exact same stretches myself, though I've noticed that for some people, taking the path of least resistance seems to work a lot better than it does for others. That’s why getting your hands on the right information is everything—the more you actually know, the fewer traps you'll end up falling into. 🙂
Back during the period when I weighed around 175 pounds, everything just seemed to click into place; life felt effortless and I was actually getting along with everyone. I was pulling straight A's in school, had a boyfriend who truly cared about me, a massive circle of friends, and plenty of nights out just enjoying myself.
Back when I was around 20, I completely skipped my period because I just couldn't wrap my head around wearing a mini skirt—which happens to be the standard uniform at my job here in the States. I avoided going out altogether because I knew everyone would be staring, judging how much I’d shrunk into this tiny little athletic frame. It was honestly miserable having to go to the grocery store or pick up food, always feeling like the cashier was looking right through me, thinking about how much I eat despite being so small.
These are just the facts, and when the facts aren't in our favor, they tend to push us straight into this headspace of insecurity and fear. Society operates exactly how it does, and honestly, we don't have the power to go around reshaping everyone else around us. It’s much easier to focus on changing ourselves—if we shift, then eventually the way people treat us might shift too—but even if we know that deep down in our subconscious, there isn't some kind of magic fix waiting for us.
I just couldn't bring myself to be intimate because I was stuck in this headspace where I felt completely repulsive, wondering how anyone could possibly find my body exciting... and honestly, that's where things started falling apart between us.
Most men are visual creatures by nature, and when they find someone genuinely attractive, you see them put in much more effort—even behind closed doors—so what you’re saying makes perfect sense. You've got a very grounded perspective and aren't being selfish at all; you aren't one of those people who just says, "this is who I am, take it or leave it," without caring if there's any actual attraction there. I can already hear the inevitable wave of "selfish" accusations coming from certain corners of the internet. 😁
It’s honestly hard to wrap your head around how much the entire world shifts once you drop the weight... you have no idea how many doors swing wide open just because you're considered attractive, because of your smile, or even just because of the skirt you happen to be wearing. I’ll never truly get over it, and the realization just keeps looping in my mind like a broken record. You have to be beautiful, thin, and smiling to get that kind of access. It’s a grim thing to realize after experiencing it firsthand, and frankly, it leaves me terrified of gaining even an ounce, because as repulsive as it is, the truth remains: people value looks above all else.
Beauty isn't the only key to success, but let's be honest—it’s usually the one that swings the doors open first, and that's where the whole "path of least resistance" thing really kicks in. For those who don't have that kind of aesthetic leverage, you're forced to actually put in the work and think twice just to find an opening. It creates this cycle where the attractive crowd never feels the pressure to sharpen their skills because things just slide into place for them, which only fuels that tired old stereotype that being beautiful and being bright are mutually exclusive. 😎
It all stems from this warped sense of human value, really—this massive wave of people who refuse to think for themselves and instead just follow whoever happens to be leading the pack. Usually, those leaders aren't thinking much at all, and when they do, their ideas only serve their own interests while leaving everyone else to deal with the fallout, though most people are too checked out to even notice.
You're right, the reality is just that people have become incredibly shallow; they judge everyone based on surface aesthetics and refuse to invest even a second of their precious time into actually getting to know someone. We’re all just retreating further into our own shells, becoming increasingly isolated, until eventually those superficial types "win" because it makes sense to them—why would I bother trying to reach someone who isn't even willing to open up, effectively wasting my own time in the process?
"Do you honestly know what psychiatrists are actually for?
They exist to tell you the things you already know deep down but refuse to acknowledge because facing the truth hurts too much..."
It's funny how most people find it impossible to admit they've messed up to themselves, seeing it as a total defeat, yet the moment a "man with a degree" says the exact same thing, it suddenly carries this heavy, undeniable weight and importance.
Once we finally grasp that our mistakes are what actually shape us, and that making more of them is really just building the resilience needed to handle life's various "growing pains," then maybe we can finally call ourselves adults. 🙂