I know that I'm not any happier with my body than I was back then. Then again, I'm not any more unhappy either, which is saying something considering I've put on a fair amount of weight in the years since.
The big difference for me is that I don't obsess over weight as much anymore. When we lived in Florida, I was beyond obsessed. The culture there was, I think, very bad for me mentally. There has never been any other place where I have lived where the culture itself seemed almost based on a fixation with appearance.
Unfortunately, that fixation continued on with me even after leaving Florida. I remember living in Burford, which was only a year and a half ago, and talking to Ber and Leoba about weight. Hell, bringing up weight as a topic when talking to anyone who would converse with me. For a time, debating weight was about my only subject to talk about. I can't even imagine how annoying that must've been for the people around me. It might've been better if it was an objective discussion.
To be brutally honest, it was mostly me almost bragging about how much exercise I did (
to be fair, I did a LOT), whining that it didn't do any good (
it did do a fair amount of good actually, but it didn't feel like it at the time), complaining about the culture that said skinny girls were the prettiest, and opining that it was only okay to be very skinny if a girls natural metabolism created her like that but that anyone who worked out to get that thin was gross. Basically, in real world terms, I came across as a defensive bitch. In hindsight, I will be a bit more kind to myself than that. I was, and am, pretty damned
agoraphobic in the social anxiety/fear of people/fear of judgement sense of the word. The more nervous I got, the more defensive I would get, the more defensive I got, the more anxious I would get. Basically, if you've ever been in a room with me where I've been a massively defensive bitch talking about weight, then you've been in the room with a girl having, or about to have a panic attack. To this day, I have a difficult time leaving the house by myself, and I have an extremely difficult time doing it without wearing full makeup, nice clothes, etc. Going to a crowded place, even with Steve, is almost impossible to do without having a high level of anxiety or a full on panic attack.
I am, however, more settled in my own skin and don't feel so defensive about how I look than I was a few years ago. When we lived in Florida, I literally went for two years where I didn't leave the house by myself. Gibraltar has, in that sense, been very good. I still don't really know any people here, but the attitude about looks here is so relaxed that it makes it easier. I've seen women who must weight 2-4 stone more than I do and they're down at the pool or the beach in their bikinis, confident and uncaring about what people think. Even more telling, I've never heard anyone, not even the most annoying teenage girl, say anything sniggering or rude. I can honestly say that I've never lived in any place more relaxed about looks that Gibraltar. That's not to say that people here are sloppy in how they dress, or that everyone is fat or anything like that. It's just... I've never heard a single comment from anyone who lives here about another person like "
she's too skinny" or "
she's too fat." There's the usual amount of lack of
self confidence, but I can honestly say that I've never heard anyone, even in passing, say something negative about the appearance of another person.
After all that meandering, the gist of it is, I'm not any happier with my body than I was a few years ago, but I am not scared of it or peoples reactions to it anymore. I am more comfortable in it.