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Originally Posted by Seaver
I was a fat kid. My brother constantly made fun of me, it was only when my dad told me I was fat and needed to lose weight did it hit me. I lost 30lbs in 2 months by dedicating myself. 10 years later I'm still the fittest in my family, being blunt doesn't cause everyone to break down.
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I got turned down for a part; I lost 73 pounds. I get laid more, I work out a lot, I get more parts; but my happiness still doesn't hinge on losing that extra two pounds to make my goal weight. My whole life was a little bit harder because of people trying to "push me" or "encourage me". At that point, when I had lost wait, I had come to terms with who I was as a person.
I liked myself; so I did what made me happy. Being on stage, doing what I do, is what I loved. That stood in my way. So I changed it. Against all of the "encouragement".
EDIT: GG, I agree and I think I should clarify instead of just yapping back.
If it's a question between my fairly young daughter being fit or confident, I choose confidence. It's a very good and almost impossible characteristic to obtain.
If it's my fairly young daughter being over weight and indifferent, that's a whole new ball game. Indifference to health isn't what I'm talking about. I'm in the best shape I've ever been, and I love my body. I'm just talking about an issue of self-confidence and I can't say that I promote the idea of your self-confidence being tied in with what your body looks like. Especially for a teenaged girl. No dice.
And maybe this is an issue of "walk in my shoes" and not an issue of "neglectful parents". Maybe it's the other way around.