There is a fine line between modesty and self-deprecation. A fine line between not wanting to be prideful and simply belittling yourself in the face of a compliment.
I wonder….
When, exactly, did it become so hard for me to take a compliment?
The Path to Fat
Was it when I started putting on a few pounds after settling down with my husband?
No, I’m pretty sure I was happy as a clam then and didn’t feel any issues with my body. I still had a {pretty} flat tummy and could still rock out a size 4. I was actually underweight and washappy that I was almost up to a “normal” weight.
Maybe it was after I had my first child. I put on 40 pounds during that pregnancy and was basically the size of a shed for the last two months of it all.
Nope. I got back down to my pre-pregnancy weight fairly quickly (even though the weight was in very different places) and I just assumed everything would fall back into place.
After my second daughter was born, things became a little more difficult. I had my second c-section in only a little more than a year (thus damaging my abdominal muscles almost irreparably), had my gall bladder removed and started eating out of stress, boredom and just because.
That was when I started to feel “fat.” I had spent almost two consecutive years pregnant and my body no longer felt like my own. I had to buy all new clothes and had to add a “1″ in front of my previous sizes.
Not a great feeling.
It took me along time to finally say, “Enough! I need to make a change!”
In January 2012, I took on a New Years Resolution for the first time in a long time – LOSE WEIGHT.
From Humility to Embarrassment
You know when it got really hard to accept compliments, though? When I think I finally crossed that line from humility to self-deprecation?
When I started tolose the weight.
I have officially lost 23 pounds so far this year and people have been supporting me and complimenting me along the way.
Then, this picture was posted on Facebook over the weekend:
I had a few people comment telling me that I looked great, the could see the weight loss, etc. Instead of taking their compliments, I laughed and told themhow fat I am.
It wasn’t until about an hour ago that I realized what I was doing to my own self-value by talking like that.
So, I started going through pictures to see if I could see the same difference they all did.
And. I. Can.
So, I’m putting this here to show you all that I can see the difference and I’m done with the self-deprecation. It addsnothing.



























