This, this, this. What breaks my heart is reaching 50 and being the slimmest I've been in decades, only to question my whole personality, which I built around size. Now that I'm slim or average, I see the world treats me differently. I'm mentally drained, and I think it's because since 13, when I gained weight, I trained myself to be the most accommodating, funniest, most brilliant, most interesting, most 'cool girl' in relationships, always putting my feelings aside because my body was the biggest in the room. Now I don't care, and it's strange and slightly eerie to be left alone, not chasing approval. It's so complicated, but I treasure sorting it out with others here, most of whom I assume struggled with weight since their teens.