It's always been sad to me that so many have so much trouble talking about so many things. It was sad enough in teaching Personal Development to 14y-old boys in the '80s to see how many, at first, were nervous in talking about their genitals. And after just a couple of lessons after tossing the word penis around a bit it was good to see the giggles quickly disappear. It's like an arm or a leg boys. Just another part of your body. A hang-up so easily done away with. Today when seeing an adult man stand at the end of a long-type urinal facing the corner so no one can see i think, you poor guy, get over it.
Though i know there is more than just damn misguided shame involved in Jess's friends not wanting to talk about her weight loss thing, what the hell. Talk about it, people. Especially as Jess is a friend who wants to talk about it, for her sake at least talk about it.
When she mentioned that decision to her friends, “they told me, ‘We have no interest in this conversation. We do not want to discuss this with you. We don’t agree with your choice,’” she remembers. “I respect their boundaries, but it’s been difficult not to share certain milestones with them or even talk about day-to-day things. It’s been kind of sad and lonely.” These days, she only discusses her weight loss with her doctor and her husband.
As far as Jess respecting their boundaries without knowing more i'd suggest Jess while respecting be open to finding some new friends. There is too much unnecessary sadness and loneliness in this fucking world without your friends not feeling they are able to talk about the fact they may be overweight.
" No One Knows How to Talk About Weight Loss Anymore"
Get over the little stuff, people. Talk to your friends about any fucking thing they feel a need to talk about. Get over yourself. Think about them.
Guarantee that's one easy way for any person to feel better about themself. And it's FREE.
It was Plato who said, “He, O men, is the wisest, who like Socrates, knows that his wisdom is in truth worth nothing”
