I get where the OP is coming from. I too was always slim, then depression, covid, a love affair with the red wine, I went to a size 18 and even thinking about going abroad and wearing beach clothes was out of the question.
Ive never ever ever been happy in a bigger body
Last time I went on a sun holiday I was a size 16 , not that anyone would know I went - not one single photo of me - if DH snapped me without me noticing, I deleted them that night when he slept
Its true that no one is looking at you, no one cares about you, I know that, Ive experienced that - I had a perfectly lovely holiday , I swam in the pool every day , I wore shorts and dresses , had arms and legs on show BUT I DIDNT LIKE MYSELF.
Daughters wedding, I got down to a size 14 - Im in one photo
8 years of my life have been erased because I was not happy with my size
Ive finally got the depression under control and have fallen out of love with the red wine ( I still love it but avoid it ) , and over the past two years have really worked hard getting back to where Im happy with what I see in a photo - Ive even learned how to take a selfie :)
So now I have saggy skin, bat wings and veins and wrinkles - and I dont give one hoot. I went to the pub garden yesterday in shorts and a vest and crocs and didn't give two fiddlers what anyone thought cos I felt great Two years ago Id never have sat out there because I would be wearing clothes that covered me and Id have melted
So Im never going to have a flat belly , Im never going to have the tightness of youth but Im back loving how I look
Some of us never adjust to being larger