Small satisfactions that my weight loss has given me in the past week:
đ€Even my face has changed. It is still round, it will always be, but itâs not chubby anymore. My dimples are more visible. I have an actual jawline and I can slightly see my cheekbones and a bit of contour. Iâm also even paler than before, if possible, wich fits my aesthetic.
đ€I can feel my ribs and my hipbones. When I run an hand on my bones, I feel like I actually love my body.
đ€When I go shopping, employers look at me and say âyouâre so tinyâ with that little, satisfying envy.
đ€All the adults I know are all like âokay, you look much better now⊠but please stop. Donât lose any more weight.â
đ€Thereâs this boy I like, well, heâs really really thin. And all of our friends make jokes about the fact that weâre the same size and that so maybe we should be together.
đ€My best friends always asks me if I ate, and it makes me feel important.
đ€My grandma has learnt to cook small portions for âEmmaâs tiny stomach.â
đ€Last night I was out with one of my friends and she made A LOT of comments about how perfect my legs were. I remember that, two years ago, she was the small one, but now, when there was no place in the car, I was the one to sit on her lap.
đ€When I saw a girl from my class the other day, she asked me a billion questions about my weight loss, and she gave me that one particular concerned look as I just took a bite of cereal bread for lunch, while she was eathing a huge slice of chocolate cake.
đ€At a fete, a random boy patted my shoulder and told me I was cute and tried to hand me a card with his phone number. And he wasnât making fun of me. When I said âno, thanksâ with a little smile, he looked disappointed.
đ€I havenât cried in the dressing rooms a single time. The only times I had to leave clothes I like, it was because they didnât have sizes small enough. Because they didnât carry an XS or because it was still a little loose. When there are one sizes, I still say âwell this isnât gonna fitâ, but for the opposite reason.
đ€I was able to buy a bralette and other cute bras instead of having to get those contenitive cups for old women, the only ones who had C/D cups.
đ€Two days ago, I had an exam. When I found out I had passed it, I was with a friend of mine who always used to be the smaller one. I was really happy and I hugged her, and she lifted me effortlessly. I was pretty surprised by it.
đ€With certain types of tops, I can avoid wearing a bra, and my boobs donât bounce uncomfortably, neither they look loose. The last time I wore a sundress without a bra, my friend didnât even believe I wasnât wearing one.
đ€I still donât have a very defined thig gap (in the higher point of the thigh it is barely noticeable, just some millimeters) but I donât have a chub rub either. Sometimes when I walk I have to stop because I think to myself âhow the fuck am I walking? My thighs arenât touching wtf, stop being clumsly and awkwardâ and then I remember. My thighs arenât touching, because thatâs what they do now.
đ€Even my teachers have commented my weight loss at the exam, and one of them joked that âstudying had consumed meâ
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