This, ladies and gents, is what losing 135 pounds does to your arms. It ain’t pretty and when I talk about having bat wings, this is what I’m referring to.
That pocket of flesh just kind of hanging there underneath? That would be loose skin. Awfully schexy, isn’t it? Unfortunately, it just kind of comes with the territory. I spent the entire duration of my twenties in the obese category and, honestly, it probably really started when I was about 16. My skin stretched to the point of no return and there’s no way that’s just snapping back into place. As such, I’m carring a couple pounds of what looks like a fucking pelican beak under each arm.
At this point I’m fairly used to it, despite it’s annoyance. Unlike the excess skin on, say, my stomach, I can’t exactly smooth out my arms with shapewear so I think I’m just more aware of it than the other pockets of loose skin around my body (abs, stomach, inner thighs are the worst culprits). Would I love to get rid of it? Abso-fucking-lutely. Unfortunately, this level of plastic surgery is considered cosmetic aka unnecessary aka expensive as hell.
Anyway, the other night I was in bed in a sleeveless shirt and happened to glance over and something looked sor of, I don’t know, different about the loose skin. And that’s when I noticed something odd.
Guess all those hours hating Jillian Michaels are paying off after all.
Love from the ashes,