It really is the little things that mean the most!
Some things that might seem like a pretty mindless, insignificant gesture to others – crossing your legs and wearing a pair of heels – meant alot to me. Not being able to do something that all the women around me can do made me feel less beautiful and less ladylike. Less like “me”. Those were two things I never really thought about, until I was at my highest weight and unable to actually do it.
My size would not allow me to comfortably cross my legs, and my back, knees, feet, and ankles would be screaming two minutes into wearing even a 2″ high heel.
Now, here I am 6 months post-op and 83 lbs lighter, and I am able to cross my legs and tolerate wearing heels again. But even as I first started back crossing my legs, I still needed a bit of room to do it with these big ol’ hips. So that’s why going to church today and crossing my legs at my seat really gave me some pause. Just a few months ago, it would not have been feasible to cross my legs in the narrow space between the rows of church pews. Today I did it without thinking…It made me feel proud, honestly. The scale has not been cooperating lately, but this reminds me that the non-scale victories help remind me of how far I’ve come.