My sister Carly* has been overweight since her teenage years, and I know she really suffered.
She was the butt of jokes for many years and had a very low self esteem. She tried so many diets that never worked, and we all felt awful for her. We accepted she would probably be overweight for the rest of her life.
She never had a boyfriend that lasted more than a few months and I know she was lonely. She was tired of people saying to her, “You’d be so pretty… if only you lost some weight,” and I was always very defensive of her. People would sometimes point out that Carly and I looked very similar, although I was slim and she wasn’t.
But her looks didn’t matter, really, because she had the loveliest personality, very kind and shy and super sweet. She was everyone’s favourite person, just an all-round gorgeous woman. Until she turned 30.
Carly had a procedure in hospital that meant she lost a lot of weight quite quickly. She looked amazing after a while, and with her change of looks came a change in personality.
She went from being very shy to a very outgoing person who was, quite frankly, a pain in the butt to deal with. She looks stunning now, and she knows it. She has a lot of male attention and wishes she’d had the procedure a long time ago.
She is a different person around me. She tells me she spent so long living in my shadow and now she realises she’s as fabulous as she thought I was — only better.
I’m having people telling me she is now more attractive than I am, which is true, I think she looks incredible. But I am a humble person, there’s no way I ever acted like a princess the way Carly is acting now. She is so full of herself.
On one hand, I get that she wants to make up for all the lost time, when she was the token “fat girl” in every friendship group. Now she’s the token “knockout stunner” but her looks have really gone to her head in a not-so-nice way.
She seems to think she’s better than all of her old friends. She’s dumped them for a more glamorous group of women. She has very little time for me anymore. She spends so much money on herself and now that she has a boyfriend, I rarely see her.
I’m happy for Carly, I really am. She’s finally come out of her shell and living the life she’s always dreamed about. But at what cost? She is really a different person and I miss the sweet, kind woman she used to be. She would listen to my problems, and she was always there for me. Now she’s obsessed with fillers and Botox and designer clothing.
I do think she deserves this time of her life but I wish she hadn’t changed on the inside as much as she has changed on the outside.
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