Thursday, July 1, 2010

Some people are just mean...

Can you remember the first time that you became aware of your body image?

I can.

In fact for an event that took only seconds out of my life, it has been etched in my memory forever.

In my first post on this blog, The Honest Truth, I told you all about where I have come from and how I have had quite a warped idea of my body image over the years.

Well here is the event where my safe little world - a world where scales, weight and size did not matter, got blown up.

It was mid afternoon during the school holidays. I was 12 years old. My little sister (5yrs younger) and I had walked up to the shops to get some videos and some hot chips for lunch. Somethng that was quite safe to do back then in the area we grew up in. We were on our way home and it was getting quite hot. I took off my jacket and tied it round my waist so I didnt have to carry it. We were chatting away when all of a sudden a blue car (yes I still remember the colour) with 4 boys in it drove past and yelled out at me


Two of the most hurtful, devestating words that a 12 year old girl who had just started high school could here.

I started to get upset, but didn't want my sister to see. She even said not to listen to them as it wasn't true but that was all I could listen to. Those two words repeated in my head all of the way home. We got home, I went straight to my room and bawled my eyes out into my pillow.

I wonder if those 4 boys know how much damage they caused from trying to show off in front of each other by taking the piss out of a 12 year old girl walking along the street?

I bet they never gave it a second thought and laughed about it for a few minutes before moving on to something else.

But that moment has been with me forever.

In the 8 or 9 years that I have been driving, I have noticed a lot of people walking along the streets - Some obviously quite fit and others just starting out on their journey's. I have always thought when I see the latter, "Good on you for giving it a go! You should be so proud that you are out there doing something for yourself", while I have heard others say nasty things. I am proud of myself for sticking up for these people and telling others that judge to remember that they are actually out there doing something about their weight and if anything should be encouraged rather than being made to feel scared to go outside the house to exercise in fear of public humiliation. I wish someone had said in that blue car had spoken up and said that before those boys yelled humiliated me.

So yeah....that's when I started weighing myself and lost so much of myself and scales became a huge obstacle in my life.

If you would like to share, feel free to commentor or write a blog post about this and tag the The scales say what?! into your post so I am sure to visit.

Now for some more reading!

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  1. "and scales became a huge obstacle in my life" oh Ali. I hear you.......& thank you for linking up! xx

  2. I bet they were shouting it at all the girls as well, not singling you out. School is so tough. I was about the same age when I became aware. A girl in my class asked me how much I weighed - I told her straight away - never even hesitated. 12 stone. Her reaction was 'OMG you are so fat' That is what set it all off for me and have struggled with my weight ever since. Sad thing is that for my height I was the perfect weight at that point - she didn't (and neither did I) take into account that I was 5'10 and she was 5'5!! I wonder if she even remembers me or her comment. Probably not.

    Thanks for posting this - I say the same when people judge others who are quite obviously trying to lose weight.

  3. Oh how horrible that is. I can remember 2 cases of suddenly becoming aware. It's amazing how those things never leave you. You will always remember that.

  4. I really like your blog, I will comment with a post today. probably in a few hours.

  5. I hated grade school. I was never teased because of my weight but because I wasn't "cool" enough whatever that means.

    Anyway, I was eleven when I had my first negative thought. I was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt and told my mom how much I hated my stomach. I was at the most 15lbs overweight but at 11 it seemed like a lot.

    I graduated high school 25-30lbs overweight and hated myself so I lost it but never fixed what was wrong emotionally so when I hit a bad patch a few years ago I gained 50 pounds so now I'm trying to lose 50lbs.

  6. Thank you all so much for sharing with me. It is amazing how these things stick with you. Jen, I will make sure I hop over and check out your post. x

  7. Great site! Im here from Follow Me Back Tuesday! Hope to see you soon!