Compliments

I find it difficult to take a compliment. I always feel as if the other person is being disingenuous or worse, sarcastic.

Last night at dance class, one of the older gentlemen sidled up to me and said 'What's happened to you?" "Sorry?", I responded. "You're half the size you were!" he said. My grin was enormous. I gave him a mock shove and told him he was being silly. I didn't know how to take it, but as it was so off the cuff, I assume he was being nice and telling the truth. I find it funny that I don't see it. I mean, I can tell that my clothes fit differently but when I look in the mirror, I am still the same fat girl I have always been. I honestly can't see where I have lost the weight.

And yet I have lost 26lb, which is the equivalent of:

- 11.8 bags of sugar

- 52 packs of butter

- 58967 carats

- 0.0117934 metric tonnes

- 416 ounces

- 20.8 pints of water

- 280.795 peanut butter kitkat chunky bars

I have lost more than the 13 month old in our house weighs. The thought of carrying him around with me all the time is exhausting!

So maybe my friend is right and I do have a bit of body dysmorphia. Maybe I need to start trusting the compliments. Maybe that will make me a happier person.