Weight-loss and Compassion

First, I want to be clear that, although some of this may sound like a pity-party, it’s far from it. If you decide to read through this, you’ll see what I mean. Now let’s begin.

When I chose to live a vegan lifestyle in 2006, I felt like an outsider for the first year or so. Most people hadn’t heard the word vegan, and it took some detective work to navigate restaurants and grocery aisles.

As veganism gains increasing public attention, I notice that it does so, mainly from a health perspective. Most people touting veganism’s health benefits do so claiming that you will lose weight. Although this may be true for many people, this was definitely not the case for me. Talk about feeling like an outsider among outsiders.

This experience has resulted in my feeling a complex mash-up of emotions. Guilt, fear, anger, and sadness are among the more common feelings I have towards this whole phenomenon. Each time I read about someone claiming the amazing weight loss they’ve experienced from going vegan, I felt like a failure. I wondered what I was doing wrong. I wondered if people doubted my being vegan with thoughts of “she must be sneaking in dairy”. I also believed that I was a bad representation of veganism. Oh this mind of mine can spin, but I also know that I’m not far off the mark here. This society fat-shames, add veganism to the mix, and you have a setting prime for being picked apart.

Now, weight itself is no stranger to me. I was a chubby baby, who grew into a fat kid, and chubby teenager. Growing up, I had no safe place to go. Home, school the neighborhood, family members houses, birthday parties, everywhere I went, people felt the need to reference my weight was referenced. Hey fatso, chubbo, tub of lard, butter ball, etc. etc. What 5 year old can defend themself from such verbal abuse? If I became visibly hurt, some adults would say “I’m just kidding”, but a child’s brain can’t discern such semantics. A child’s brain understands things literally. Children also learn who they are by what adults’ project onto them. I began to understand myself through how I felt. I wondered what I did wrong, and why I was so “fucked up”. Where were the adults who were supposed to protect me? As years passed, this mindset would manifest in many ways. One of which was the cycle of self-abuse known as dieting.

Like many women I compared myself to the women placed on pedestals by the men in my life. I hated my body and tried to eradicate it through every diet and exercise plan imaginable. It’s a well-worn story, you know, go on a diet/fitness plan, lose weight, and gain it all back plus some. It’s an old path that many women have travelled down. We blame ourselves for being weak, stupid, hopeless, etc. It’s a horrible thing to go through and more abusive than we allow ourselves to believe.

So here I am again. All 41 years of my life stacked in me like nesting dolls. This morning started off no different, with me dreading the task of trying to make myself presentable to the outside world. I beg my closet “Please, work with me here!” I made my selection and as I began to undress, I could hear the familiar voice in my head. “I hate my body. Why do I have to have THIS body?”

Just then I realized that I was talking to myself no different than the adults and peers around me did when I was a child. This defenseless child in me this that is still hurt from being called so many names every day was being bashed my none other than me. I was abusing the shit out of her.
You still with me?

So why spill my guts from this morning’s insight? Well, I know I’m not alone, and I know that where light is shown darkness fades. I don’t want to keep me or my little girl in the dark anymore. I want light and love to be here in us. I want this self-inflicted war to stop. I truly do have to rebuild my love for myself.

You see, I know and love me. I really do. I know my strengths, and I know my growing edges. I know I’m valuable and as beautiful as any other living creature on this planet. Paradoxically, I don’t like the body that this “me” inhabits. So what I have is a disconnected relationship between “me” and my body. As a child I learned my body was “wrong” so I discarded it by leaving it through disconnecting from it. One way to feel “in” my body is through food, starvation, or excess exercise.

So I’m attempting to heal this relationship as I have healed other internal relationships with myself; slowly, compassionately, trusting, with mindful insight and reflection, and safe people. This body deserves love and recognition and as I begin to heal this separation, it’s important that I stay connected with those who can see the beauty in me as well.

After drafting this post, I found this newsletter message in my email. Quite appropriate don’t you think?

Little babies love every inch of their bodies. They have no guilt, no shame, and no comparison. You were like that, and then somewhere along the line you listened to others who told you that you were “not good enough.” You began to criticize your body, thinking perhaps that that’s where your flaws were.

Let’s drop all that nonsense and get back to loving our bodies and accepting them totally as they are. Of course they will change—and if we give our bodies love, they will change for the better.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. dollardressfriday
    Mar 14, 2013 @ 19:30:32

    I have been a vegan for 9 or so years and am not thin because of it. I was obese until the age of 24 when I started weight watchers after one of those closet fiasco situations. I got thin on meat and cheese, it was only later when I became vegan.

    Don’t feel ashamed that you are chubby and vegan. Every year I gain and lose the same 15 lbs. There is just so damn much good vegan food nowadays!

    Treat yourself nicely. You are wonderful.

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  2. Melissa
    Mar 14, 2013 @ 20:54:36

    I like have so much to say about this…
    I am not Vegan, but often feel that vegans/vegetarians see me and think I probably should be. Or sometimes, I think they dislike me and think I am cruel. I also think that religious people feel the same way about me if I worship a female version of “God” and I also feel like people that are into health, workout and stay fit look at me and think that I should get with the program. I also think that people who might be democrats think I am not politically correct if I am part of the Green party, which also leads me to think that Animal activists wouldn’t like me much if I had chicken for dinner. So where do I go, what am I to do, what do I eat, how do I look, what do I wear? Is it really all up to everyone else and not me? Is everything I choose going to be wrong?

    My point being…there is NOTHING wrong with you. You are beauty, grace, Goddess, all encompassing Spirit capturing life in this sometimes silly world full of “right & wrong ways.” For every decision you will make there will always be a handful…and sometimes more against it. We make our own wrongs and rights because we can. There is nothing written and carved in the earth that permanently describes how a good person should be. It’s all illusion. Do your best for you. You are the best thing for YOU.

    XO,
    M

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  3. lifeofcarnage
    Mar 15, 2013 @ 12:15:15

    Thank-you for posting this. I cannot tell you the relief I feel in knowing that I am not the only one not “magically” losing weight after adopting a vegan diet.

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