Anne wants you to know that weight-loss surgery is the easy way out.
The weight stopped coming off, and I thought I was left with the body I had, and I started to consider how I would come to terms with that. I've talked before about what's happened to my body, after being fat for so many years, and then losing the weight so quickly--the boobs all gone, the folds of flesh, the creping of my skin, the flabbiness, the depressing sagginess. It's all there. Some days, when I've drank enough water and have moisturized, I feel pretty good about my body. I am certainly not going to model swimsuits, show up anywhere in a belly shirt, win a bodybuilding contest, but it is not a terrible tragedy, the body I am left with, and I've been coming to terms with it.
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The only problem is, it's not the body I was left with a month ago, or two months ago, or three or five or six months ago, when finally everything stopped and I could catch my breath. It's still changing. Things are moving around, tightening up, quarter-inches are disappearing here and reappearing there; my boobs have bounced back, my hips have sort of flared, my butt's sort of dropped, and it won't stop. But it's nothing visible, no--it's nothing that changes, drastically, how my clothes fit (though how my clothes fit has changed). It's these tiny, incremental little changes that I can't point out to anyone, that sometimes I think I am imagining but I am not, that make me think I am going a little crazy.
Some of it, of course, is hormonal, it's what your body does as you cycle through your, uh, cycle. And some of it is still the fact that I am still adjusting, shifting, settling in. Two years later, and my body's still settling. It makes me think that if, physically, I am still not entirely over this incredibly drastic weight loss, this rapid blowing through the pounds, the switch, like lightning, from obese to not--why do I think I am supposed to be mentally adjusted to it? Why am I convinced that I am broken and stupid because I haven't entirely figured out how to be in this body, how to eat properly after a lifetime of eating terribly? Why is it wrong that I'm still thinking about it and worrying about it and wondering about it? It's not wrong. Two years is a long time, and it is also a blink of an eye.
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