Since having weight loss surgery, I have heard some strange comments about my body that I've never heard before:
1. "You are a tight healer." --my surgeon
2. "You really should breathe more. You're, like, a breath-holder." --the respiratory specialist
3. "You look just like you, only shrunk." --a co-worker (who is also a wonderful nurse)
4. "It's like your face is coming out at me, because you're losing your neck." --The Mom
5. "Wow, your whole backside is like a rock." --a CNA, as she helps me out of the shower, post-surgery. (OK, I have heard that one before, but I just wanted to mention it again. Baby got some firm backside!)
As complementary and/or rude/inappropriate as these comments are, I find myself laughing about them. I collect them and try to store them in my memory bank because I find it interesting how other people are noticing and processing the changes they see in me. And I am suddenly noticing that another person's take on my body, attitude, or breathing is just an opinion--not the God's Truth.
This is a major realization for me. In the past I have been hyper-self-conscious about ANY comments relating to my body--good and bad, thin or thick. When I would gain weight, I would go home and obsess over the comment. When I would lose weight I would duck my head, embarrassed. Now, I find that I'm just rollin' with it. After all, when you spend 8 days in the hospital getting poked at by strangers, including a rough sponge-bath from a large, redheaded CNA in a room with glass doors, you sort of give up on your self-consciousness. You have to.
And so far it seems to be a good thing. It's a breath of fresh air to know that my self-worth is less tied up in what others say than it used to be. So if you see me on the street, feel free to note my 3-D face, if I'm breathing freely, or even check out the badonk-a-donk. You won't be the first. And at the rate I'm changing these days, I'm sure that you won't be the last.