{"id":1001,"date":"2015-09-07T17:25:20","date_gmt":"2015-09-07T23:25:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yogapantsdiary.com\/?p=1001"},"modified":"2015-09-10T20:48:58","modified_gmt":"2015-09-11T02:48:58","slug":"my-identity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yogapantsdiary.com\/?p=1001","title":{"rendered":"My Identity"},"content":{"rendered":"

These past few days and weeks I’ve had a lot of new people asking me about my health, diet and fitness. \u00a0While it feels super awesome to inspire others and lend and ear, it has gotten me thinking a lot about my identity.<\/p>\n

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My Obese Identity<\/strong><\/p>\n

When I was morbidly obese, I always knew I was ‘the fat one’. \u00a0I didn’t want this to be true but it was either way I look at it. \u00a0What I mean is, how would your friends fill in this sentence:<\/p>\n

“Oh you’ve met her, she’s the ______ we had dinner with the other night…..”<\/p>\n

When filling in that sentence for me, undoubtedly that blank would be filled with FAT ONE. \u00a0And who could blame anyone? My obesity was tied up in my identity. \u00a0I’ve said this many times on this site but I’ll say it again: Being obese is like carrying the thing to hate most about yourself on the outside where everyone can see it. \u00a0I do think there are other things that could have filled that blank when I was obese like: the music teacher. \u00a0But that’s my job, which I love, not who I am. I didn’t want to be known for being the fat one OR for just being a music teacher. \u00a0Being “THE FAT ONE” was never my true identity but I thought it was at the time.<\/p>\n

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My Identity Now<\/strong><\/p>\n

I know that this sentence is much much different for me now. \u00a0There’s so much emotional work that goes along with changing what you look like. \u00a0One thing I wasn’t prepared for on my journey, was how others would respond to me. \u00a0I’ve changed my identity in society. \u00a0Everyone puts everyone in boxes all day long. \u00a0I’m slotted into a much different box of stereotypes now than I was before. \u00a0This is both good and bad. \u00a0BUT I’m so proud of the things that I would fill that sentence with about myself now:<\/p>\n

runner, fit girl, boxer, ninja, crazy person……<\/p>\n

People still assume things about me all day long. \u00a0When I was obese people automatically think: lazy, slow, unambitious, early death. (Which were all true) \u00a0Now I think people think: Health freak, gym rat, nutrition nerd, runner (which are all kinda true too…..) The point is, I’m ok with my identity in society now. \u00a0If someone thinks I’m too muscley, I’ll take that EVERYDAY over being half way to a heart attack. \u00a0If someone assumes I spend 10 hours a days at the gym because of how I look, I’m ok with that stereotype too. \u00a0I didn’t just change the way I look on the outside and the way I feel on the inside. \u00a0I changed who I am to the entire world. \u00a0Pretty freakin cool.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

These past few days and weeks I’ve had a lot of new people asking me about my health, diet and fitness. \u00a0While it feels super awesome to inspire others and lend and ear, it has gotten me thinking a lot about my identity. My Obese Identity When I was morbidly obese, I always knew I … <\/p>\n

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