My student IDs

The story about my student ID

My student IDs
My student IDs

Before I go into this story, I want to make just a quick announcement. This Saturday, 3 March, the Weight Watchers Center in Guilderland (in the Town Center Plaza, off Western, with Price Chopper, Moe’s, etc.) will be hosting a grand re-opening event in their space from 12:30 p.m. through most of the afternoon. If you’re interested, drop by for fitness and food demonstrations, raffles, and then at 3 p.m., they will present Success Stories Live. I will be one of the featured speakers—now that I’ve lost 77.4# (REPRESENT!!)—so if you’d like to come and hear me talk, I would be honored to have your support! 🙂

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So, today I’m going to tell you the story about my student ID card.

Above, you can see my IDs. And you’re probably all like, HOLY SHIT just about now. Which…okay…that’s probably the point.

I got my first ID around May 2009. It was my first time visiting campus, and I thought I would just get everything out of the way at once. At the time, I was fairly pleased with the ID and how it looked. Actually, I was pretty surprised, because I thought I looked quite tan, and considering how lily-white I generally looked, I wasn’t going to complain all that much.

And being the weirdo that I totally am, I scanned the ID into my computer, like I do with most forms of my ID. (Perhaps it’s a strange habit, but I’ve been scanning identification documents for ages, sort of as a protection mechanism when I’m traveling, in case I lose anything.) Ever since then, I’ve sort of had this scan of my ID on my computer desktop, just sitting there. I have no idea why. Really.

Then, a few months ago, I realized that I couldn’t find my ID. Which was a bummer, mostly because I wouldn’t be able to ride the CDTA or SUNY Shuttle buses anymore. And I couldn’t get student discounts. But part of me was like, hell yeah, because, by this time, I had lost around 70#, and if anyone tried to look at my student ID, they wouldn’t be shocked by what they saw.

(Which is another thing. Now that it’s been quite a while since I looked like the top photo, I’ve begun to meet new people who are unfamiliar with my story, or are familiar with it, but haven’t known me since THE BEGINNING. Am I supposed to tell them about it? How long do I wait before bringing out the before photos? Am I supposed to go back through my Facebook archives and erase or untag any fat photos? Am I supposed to pretend that I always looked the way I do now? Am I supposed to pretend that Fat Danielle never existed? Will I always have to worry that someone new will eventually find out and then judge me for ever allowing me to get to where I was?)

I’m not sure why, but I waited right up until this past Tuesday to finally go and get a new ID. (Part of me also had no interest in paying for a new ID, haha!)

So I walk into the SUNYCard office, and tell the chick at the desk (who, not surprisingly, was actually reading a book because there was NO line) that I had lost my UAlbany ID card, and if it would be possible to get another one. She then asked for my name, and then walked over to a large file cabinet. I figured she would grab a blank card and then I’d get my picture taken (I was even wearing my “edgy” outfit…a ruffley white tulle top with a black jacket with hard lines). But, of course, my luck would not have it that way.

She walks back over with one card, and hands it back to me. I look at it in mild horror.

She had handed me a freaking DUPLICATE COPY of my OLD student ID card.

I almost passed out, because I literally could. not. believe. it.

I truly thought that I was done with that heinous, heinous ID card! I hold it in my hands and just stare. And then I look up at the girl, who, by this point, is probably wondering why the hell I’m not out of her hair.

“Um, so, I’ve kind of lost a lot of weight since this photo was taken, and it doesn’t really look like me anymore…is there, maybe, any way you might be able to let me get a new photo on this card?”

She looked mildly annoyed, but in the end said yes. I was beyond ecstatic.

I sat down, the flash went off, and a few moments later, my new ID card popped out of the machine. The lady handed it to me, and I almost peed myself with excitement. Finally, I though, an ID that LOOKS like me!

The best part? I didn’t have to pay for the replacement, ha!

Now, if you want to see my student ID, I’ll gladly show it to you. No explanations necessary.

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Danielle

Exuberant photographer, artist, writer, designer, wannabe chef, and Crossfitter.

5 thoughts on “The story about my student ID”

  1. I don’t think you should untag your photos, or hide from the fact that you used to be a heavier version of your current self. What’s to hide from? You should keep those photos up with PRIDE. How exciting that you’ve accomplished something that many are unable to do! It should be a reminder to yourself that you are a changed woman, and you don’t want to go back to how it used to be. If anything, having those older pictures still available to the public makes you sexier 😉 ❤

    1. Aw, thanks for your kind words, Marta! It’s been quite the ride, but I must admit that I’m now thinking about things that I never even thought I would NEED to think about–like the whole when-do-I-tell-this-cute-guy-I’m-on-a-date-with-that-I-used-to-be-super-fat situation. Super fun! But you know…I’d rather deal with THAT than be where I used to be. Miss your face so, so much! xx

  2. You are beautiful inside and out. As someone who has been here since the beginning and will be here till the end….I can honestly say that you have nothing to hide from anyone. You are an inspiration, and rather than thinking of your past as something you “let” happen to you…remind yourself of the present and future that you are creating for yourself! I love you ❤

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