Looks, tolerance and acceptance: do not be ashamed of lipedema!

Don't be ashamed of lipedema!

Hello dear fellow sufferers,

Sometimes it's the little things that get us down. That shrink our self-confidence and make us appear small. I myself have the experience so often in everyday life that I let the little things drag me down. There are moments when we don't expect it and get the full broadside.

The shopping test of patience

Shopping for clothes is always such a thing. If the saleswoman then makes a derogatory remark, I could disappear into the cabin crying. Dear shop assistants, please be a little more sensitive.

We shouldn't be treated like second-class people because of our clothing.

The look at the cash register when the trousers are quite big and wide. The looks of the others behind us. "Well, you should eat less", tell us with your reproachful looks. TOLERANCE! I could take people and shake them ... as if that's what I chose.

The looks follow me

When going out to dinner with friends, you try to eat little anyway (dear girls, eat!). One is stared at. As if you shouldn't allow yourself to eat in a restaurant or in a public square. Yeah sure! Sorry I'm bothering you, next time I go to my basement - are you kidding me?

Compression on, chic dress over it. I'm proud of you, I've acquired a colored compression. I feel like a Hollywood star. Take to the streets - BAM! What shoud that? What are you staring at? Yes, I wear color on my legs. There's no third leg or anything ... and the urge to shake again.

Rethinking tolerance

This is a never ending story - The story of my life. The daily madness! And sometimes I think to myself why does society have to be like this? Why can't we just accept that there are things that are different. Now I'm sitting here reading my own text and thinking to myself, “Okay guys! Then I'll start, give the go-ahead and get the ball rolling. "

I accept YOU! I accept everyone who thinks that lipedema patients are hungry and lazy. Those who think they are above others. I accept this problem, I accept your thinking. But I won't change because of that. Laugh at me when you feel better.

My life, my rules, my tolerance!

In this sense.

Handwriting Anja

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Author: annichen1989

I'm Anja and I was born on February 10.02.1989th, 2 in Schwedt an der Oder. So I come from beautiful Brandenburg. Professionally, I work as an office communication clerk, I support XNUMX companies with my workforce. I also work as an artist in the field of manga. Dear Caroline invited me to participate in this blog. I enjoy sharing my thoughts and I hope that this will also make our disease better known.

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  • I think everyone concerned can find themselves in the text! In a nutshell, dear Anja! ☺️

    I always say: live and let live!
    Many should write that behind their ears

  • Hey,
    especially those who talk, judge or stare about others do not look at themselves. Distract yourself so that you don't have to or don't want to look at yourself. What others say should be 100000 times more indifferent to us than others. Grin.
    Best regards
    Bommel

  • Written nicely and appropriately. As a victim, I find myself in it. I was diagnosed with lipedema 10 years ago. The rejection from society changed me. I'm no longer so open-minded about strangers and new things. My walls around me are very high, even if I don't let it show and you can't see it. Thanks to leg operations, I feel much better than two and a half years ago. But there is also something positive about it: the illness made me very strong. And now I know who I can count on in difficult times and who cannot.

    Greetings from Lahnau

  • Dear Anja, you have interpreted our clinical picture well. All the arguments concern me too. Thank you for the story. All the best from me ❤ for you and everyone else.