Going from one end of the spectrum to the other can be a very traumatic/illuminating experience. I felt genuine disgust and contempt for everyone around me when their attitudes towards me changed just because of a few pounds/inches. My blood still boils when people compliment me on my looks, even if they mean well.
Why? Being fat can show laziness, greed, lack of pride. When you lose that it shows pride, effort, and dedication. Of course people are going to change their attitude.
It's just a display of how shallow people can be.
Going from one end of the spectrum to the other can be a very traumatic/illuminating experience. I felt genuine disgust and contempt for everyone around me when their attitudes towards me changed just because of a few pounds/inches. My blood still boils when people compliment me on my looks, even if they mean well.
If that happened around high school more or less, it's normal, people are incredibly childish and any flaw gets greatly exaggerated.
Why? Being fat can show laziness, greed, lack of pride. When you lose that it shows pride, effort, and dedication. Of course people are going to change their attitude.
Do people really ever outgrow their childishness? I'm in my 20's and I feel that my "core" was stabilized in my early teens. It wasn't just my adolescent peers' attitude that shifted dramatically anyway. I guess I was unfortunate enough to be surrounded by assholes of all ages.
Oh boy. You know, im all for being yourself and dressing the way you like. But the problem with your choices is that they're probally the most horrible ones ever.
Im pretty sure you would look a thousand times better with a good shave and different clothes. And if you ever want to get laid again, dont post those pictures on Facebook, trust me.
Swords and sunglasses really?
Saying that caring about looks is shallow is just a defence people who have let themselves go use. Its not more shallow than saying you care about education or something else.
I've been called handsome on my best days and have been hit on by girls way out of my league. In either case, it still feels strange when an attractive woman hits on me given the experiences I had through out school.
Swords and sunglasses really?
After a while you'll get used to it instead of boiling of anger. It's like you're getting angry at something that isn't there, you know? Which is part of what can make it infuriating.Going from one end of the spectrum to the other can be a very traumatic/illuminating experience. I felt genuine disgust and contempt for everyone around me when their attitudes towards me changed just because of a few pounds/inches. My blood still boils when people compliment me on my looks, even if they mean well.
Everyone is replying serious, but I thought for sure this was a sarcastic post. Isn't it? I mean, 8 pounds difference and like almost the same style. Even the same shirt. It was sarcastic, right? :|I've been slowly moving myself to "stud" status over the year.
Left pics - June, 2011, 210 pounds.
Right pics - April 2012, 202 pounds.
I wasnt sure it wasnt sarcastic, but it IS GAF we are talking about, so i can completely imagine people wearing such outfits and thinking it is cool.Everyone is replying serious, but I thought for sure this was a sarcastic post. Isn't it? I mean, 8 pounds difference and like almost the same style. Even the same shirt. It was sarcastic, right? :|
um what's not cool about long leather trenches and baggy jeans huh
Its cool if you are 250 pounds of muscle. Not 250 pounds of fat.um what's not cool about long leather trenches and baggy jeans huh
Its cool if you are 250 pounds of muscle. Not 250 pounds of fat.
I also developed a keen eye. You can tell from behavior if someone sees you as a lesser being. Nowadays I hardly see that towards me, but I can still tell if they judge others in this manner. I'll never becomes friends with those kind of people.
After a while you'll get used to it instead of boiling of anger. It's like you're getting angry at something that isn't there, you know? Which is part of what can make it infuriating.
While I hated my youth, I do think that experience has made me a well accepting human. Each time I think I might have the urge to feel full of myself, my backbone will tell me to be good to everyone, because that's how I was happiest when I was emotionally corned: when people treated me normal when I felt I was the ugliest being in the world. Obviously, I'm still good friends with these people who never dismissed me for my looks.
I also developed a keen eye. You can tell from behavior if someone sees you as a lesser being. Nowadays I hardly see that towards me, but I can still tell if they judge others in this manner. I'll never becomes friends with those kind of people.
Everyone is replying serious, but I thought for sure this was a sarcastic post. Isn't it? I mean, 8 pounds difference and like almost the same style. Even the same shirt. It was sarcastic, right? :|
Its cool if you are 250 pounds of muscle. Not 250 pounds of fat.
I'm not good with American units, how would 250 pounds of muscle look? Wouldn't it look ridiculously huge?
In this one specific case..well...if you saw her, you would agree. heh. To this day, I feel as though it must've been a fluke; like maybe the planets were aligned correctly or something.if a woman is hitting on you she is not out of your league
Pretty big I imagine.
Doesn't matter anyway. I would feel a complete cock walking around with one of those jackets on.
It's like hats. When it looks good, it looks really fucking good.
The rest of the time, it's ridiculous.
I've always been just kind of normal looking
I'm not good with American units, how would 250 pounds of muscle look? Wouldn't it look ridiculously huge?
Please correct me if I'm wrong. What I'm asking is for you to expand on your complex. Because right now I can't help but think what I've listed below:
You're no better for passing judgement on people for what you assume is them judging others.
There's honour and then there's a self-righteous, self-serving obsession. What you have is a thinly-veiled superiority complex because of your supposed purity in thought.
You're probably one of those people who always says, "I'm really great at reading people. I can detect bullshit from a mile away." Cool, dude. Keep on "reading" people and casting them aside.
In short, you seem full of yourself in an entirely different way. It's totes awesome and unique if that makes you feel better.
I felt the same way when I originally lost weight. Then I got over myself and realised I wasn't a special snowflake who was completely virtuous.
It's not exactly a big secret that the bulk of society treats taller people with more respect. This isn't as applicable for women, but short guys are - and pardon the literal pun - really looked down on.
Being short isn't nearly as bad as all the confidence and self-esteem issues from selling yourself short.Taller people are more sucessful, too? But according to Alienshogun, height is overrated!
Being short isn't nearly as bad as all the confidence and self-esteem issues from selling yourself short.
If we're going to extremes, then we can all agree. If I was ever with my friends and they said something like, "Wow, that woman is a fat cunt," I'd instantly call them out and simultaneously wonder why I keep such company.Eh... I think he's right. Some people are really shallow. I've talked about this with my mother who lost a lot of weight. Some of her colleagues never spoke to her when she was overweight. Now that she slimmed down they do talk to her. But she's always been a very nice, funny person and a great conversationalist. Why should her being overweight be any reason for people not to talk to her?
The gym I work at has some really shallow people as well, who are constantly making fat jokes, even about customers (who are doing their best to lose weight). Some of whom I personally know and genuinely are awesome. My coworkers are nice to me because I'm not obese and work out myself. I still think some of my colleagues are hypocritical assholes too. That doesn't make me full of myself.
I'm hideous and I never leave the house. Someone be my friend.