To the PP who said she would be nearing a size where she can’t take care of certain aspects of her hygiene, you are very right.
Being big to that extent must be very debilitating,
At my biggest I was a size 24, sometimes I could’ve done with a size 26 in certain tops and coats, those were items put back and quickly forgotten about instead of facing up to the problem.
At my heaviest- just under 22 stone, I had a lot of issues caused by my weight.
Some of those were that I carried (still do but it’s not as bad now) a lot of weight on my tummy, but have quite small legs, where I needed a 24-26 for my tummy, my legs only needed a size 18 or so, so what I did was met in the middle somewhere so my tummy was squashed and uncomfortable, and my legs on my jeans were baggy. That culminated in skin abscesses which requires numerous rounds of treatment.
I couldn’t paint my own toenails, I was still flexible, could sit cross legged on the floor, but for the life of me couldn’t paint my own toes because my body couldn’t move in such a way that I could get my gut out the way, my leg in the right position, and hold a nail polish brush in the right space.... I literally looked like my boobs, my chins, my gut and my arms were playing a game of their own.
The sweat sort of rash some women get under their boobs was one I had recurring under my tummy folds. Savlon became a normal routine for my tummy.
I couldn’t shave my Fanjo- well I couldn’t see it either.
And I’m most ashamed to say that sometimes wiping myself became almost impossible. Some toilet cubicles I just couldn’t use. Sometimes it was not having the room to move in such a way that wiping could happen, it became a contortion act. Other times it was that I just wanted Ilene fit in and be able to close the door.
Drying after a shower also became hard.
Walking anywhere would have sweat rolling down my face/back and I’d be out of breath climbing the stairs.
Then there was the, not being able to see a 4dX film because of my weight restriction. Some car seat belts being too small for me, having to ask to move from the table given in a restaurant because I couldn’t fit.
Then when buying clothes, even the ones that “fit” didn’t really. Bu the time you’re a size 22/24/26 the chances are you’ll find you have a hotspot for the chub, it might be your boobs, it might be your tum, it might be your legs.... all that time I spent shopping nothing would ever look nice. Not really nice.
That’s been quite hard to write, but I’ve been thinking about this subject all day.
The Eff your beauty standards etc etc stuff is just no good. The positive plus size stuff made me feel like I didn’t need to lose weight to be ok, that I was beautiful and big! That thought continued when at the age of 26 I was put on high blood pressure medication, well I’m beautiful! It doesn’t matter I’m big, how many people are popping up out of the woodwork saying “I’m healthier than my skinny friends, and I’m morbidly obese?!”
Someone who is already struggling with their weight, and lacks belief they can change is vulnerable to swallowing up the tripe that it’s perfectly fine to get to the stage where you’re morbidly obese.
I just wish there was a louder voice for women, teens and young girls, to say just aim to be in the correct sort of weight for your body type, exercise 3-5 times per week, try to get in 10,000 steps a day as a minimum and eat a healthy balanced diet so your body has all the nutrients it needs.