Couple years ago now, I (28 at the time, male, 195 lbs) was in school (trade school) and it was around Halloween. Our school decided to be nice and allow us to dress up. Recently I'd bought one of those spandex Spiderman onsie suits and I'd worn it to a local comic con type event with some success, so I was feeling pretty confident. My only problem was that I had to wear compression shorts, underwear, and a dance belt to tame the Bits but otherwise I didn't think I looked that bad.
Until I went to school dressed up.
For the most part people were pretty cool about it! They were taking pictures and posing with me and it was a good time... but there were two comments that dug into me. The first was about the Bits. It's not a humble brag, rather just a byproduct of wearing these types of skintight suits. I did my best to keep it as Ken Doll as possible and still some girl asked why I'd just "let it all hang out like that". And that made me self conscious.
But this second one made me want to hang it all up for good. Some guy who obviously worked out and made it his whole personality had said to someone (within earshot of a friend who told me later) "why would he wear that? Why would come dressed as Fat Spiderman?"
And anyways that's just been playing over and over in my head for the last 2 years and I've been wearing larger clothes mostly since then if I could help it.
I don't normally have the motivation or energy (mentally or physically) to work out but it's not for lack of desire. Which sucks because when I was in the military I looked pretty ok. I got out at 165 and if I could get there again I think I'd be a lot happier with myself in every way. I feel even lazier though since that comment couldn't even motivate me to do anything, I just let it get to me and sit under my skin and rot my confidence...
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