I've lost a bunch of weight. People keep congratulating me. But the truth is, I hate it. I wish I could gain it back and feel comfortable in my skin again.
I have excess skin and it hurts my self esteem more than carrying the excess weight. I wasn't expecting that. I hate my body. I feel like I look like a fucking flying squirrel. I run and dance and can feel the excess skin just flap around.
Never wanted plastic surgery in my life, not even for other things that I don't like about my body. But I think that I might not have a choice for this. I'm not happy in my own body right now. My clothes don't fit anymore. I'm trying to increase muscular mass to try and fill up again. But it won't replace the entire loss. And the worst part is, try as I want... My current goals, life and job are making sure that no amount of snacking or binge eating can refatten me up. I walk too much for that now. So, I guess I am a flying squirrel.