In todays society, people (both male and female) are coaxed into thinking a particular type of body is ‘better’ than the rest.
When I was in my early teens, I was completely fixated with my weight.
I also self harmed. At first, it was a rage release and I did it because I loved the way the scars looked. However, as I got older I started to do it more often based on how much ‘fatter’ I was than other girls. Truth was, I wasn’t, but that’s how I felt.
There was a period last year where I could not stand to look at my own body without breaking into hysterics. I would feel guilty if I ate and even felt ‘sexier’ if I hadn’t eaten in a day or two.
It was fucking ridiculous.
The worst part is that I have good friends who suffered far, far, FAR more than I in this respect. Fading away gradually as a cause of warped perception.
They can’t stop themselves and all society seems to do is make crude jokes about anorexia, bulimia and other body-perception related disorders like it’s not really a ‘big deal’.
Well guess what? It fucking well is.
Nobody should feel like they are worthless just because they are a stone or two heavier than their next door neighbour, or that women who works at the corner shop.
It is our duty as fellow human beings to stop giving out these disgusting messages.
Personally (and thankfully) over the past few months, I’ve grown up immensly.
I’m no longer painfully insecure about how far my stomach sticks out, or how wobbly my arms are. I’m not scared to eat a 3 course meal and damned well enjoy it.
It took time and a lot of effort but now I’m like ‘You know what? Fuck your ideal weights. Fuck your imaciated corpse figures and your plus-size hatred’
As long as somebody is happy with the way they look, it shouldn’t matter whether they are a size 4 or a size 24.
After all, isn’t the point in living to be happy and to spread that happiness to others? Screw what other people say about the way you look.
Everybody is beautiful in some way.