Once a fat girl, a always a fat girl

Six inches off and forty pounds less later, I look in the mirror and still see my old self three years ago. No amount of encouragement and positivity will ever make me see my actual present image.

In my book, it’s called image distortion disorder. I will always find and magnify the ripples on my arms, the bulge on my tummy and the dimples on my thigh. From size 10 to a mere size 2, I will always believe that I’m bigger than the rest of the girls.

I religiously followed my weight loss scheme and made a lifestyle out of it. But I will never see, with confidence, the change I have done with myself. I will only hear about it, when people tell me so, but I will listen with a bit of reluctance.

It is not out of choice, it is more of an occupational hazard of having to live with the image all my life. Hypnotism will probably help to open my mind and let me see what other people do.