Now that you've lost weight, how do you view other MO people?

I have a TON of sympathy in my heart but usually I say nothing...

it took me many years and weekly therapy to even consider a way out ... more to INSIST on it . We all DESERVE help .

like a couple of the other posters, I notice MO and SMO people a lot more now, too. I even notice basic "overweight" people now. I don't know why I didn't before, unless i was so self-conscious about myself that I just didn't notice. Well, I occasionally noticed - esp with folks 300+ pounds (and I was one of them), but not like I do now...

My dad is MO and has struggled with it for so long. It breaks my heart, makes me angry, empathetic, and anxious. Of course, he knows all about my surgery. I have to accept that he is in control and let go of trying to pull him down the path I took. I've told him whatever he needs, I will support him. He is choosing not to do anything about his weight and I'm making myself respect his right. But I hate it and am so afraid of losing him.

When I see people I do not know, I haven't really gotten to a place that I feel different from them. Still waiting for my brain to catch up.

Rarely did people make eye contact with me. Now I make sure to always make eye contact and smile if I pass anyone who is MO or SMO, always. I noticed and it made me feel insignificant and invisible, I don't want anyone else to feel that way.

Yes, a positive gesture that recognizes and acknowledges the dignity of a fellow human being--Well done. Well said.

honestly,I was totally horrified about my own morbid obesity and I was and am still slightly horrified about the morbid obesity of others now.

That is coupled with sadness for them and a hope that they will find their way out of morbid obesity,if that is what they choose. I am also profoundly greatful that I was able to find my way out through surgery.

telling someone who hasn't brought the subject up with me,is like, to me, asking a woman when her baby is due only to be told that she is not pregnant. Mortifying for the other person and insensitive on the part of the speaker,even if it was meant kindly.

On the other hand, what started me actually considering that WLS could be a real option for me was the story a nurse who drew blood from me told me a couple of years ago. I had never met her before. I don't recall precisely what led to her telling me about her surgery. I may have said that people often had difficulty in drawing blood from me, and that that had always been true regardless of whether I was thin or fat. Perhaps she saw that as an open door to tell me of her success with surgery. She didn't suggest i have it, she just said that it had transformed her life, that it wasn't magic, but was instead a tool which had enabled her to reach a normal weight after having been SMO. I didn't feel judged or embarrassed by her confidence. It just made me start thinking, for the first time, that there might be something there for me, too. I am grateful to her for speaking up. So much is in the delivery!

But in general, I feel compassion for and kindness toward people who are very heavy. I am still losing and will be for many months yet to come, so it's not like I'm close to goal, but I am so much smaller than I was in the beginning. It seems to me that virtually everyone on earth has some sort of screwy issue, and some have many. Obesity is just so incredibly visible. Kindness is a terribly underrated virtue, one which goes a long way.

I don't see people differently but I did go through a period of wanting to save everyone. However, I remember back to when I was in my 20s. and I got very heavy. I had never heard of surgery outside of horror stories about people dying from "stomach stapling". The only thing I knew about it was that it was for super super super super fat people (my uninformed perception, obviously). Anyway, I had a casual acquaintance who had the surgery and when she was under a year out and feeling awesome about herself, she pulled me aside and told me I should have it. I wanted to die. I mean, like actually literally DIE. I never saw myself like that and I guess I thought I was hiding it well. Fast forward to 20 years later and after my surgery I wanted to pull everyone aside to tell them, but I always remember that moment and remember that my excitement could actually be very hurtful to someone else. It has really helped me keep my savior complex in check.

In the gym I will see someone that is morbidly obese working out and I try to give them the 2 thumbs up and smile at their hard work. I want them to feel encouraged and supported. They always smile the biggest smile back.

When I see others that are morbidly obese, I am sad because I know their struggles, but also I am afraid because it reminds me that I never want to go back there. I never want to give up my mobility, my new found strength and energy.

Well I am MO. I've been SMO,MO,O, and now MO almost O again.

I don't judge on where someone's body is today.

For me I have to love my body no matter where I am in the process.