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When you shame yourself about your body’s weight or shape, you could possibly be shaming those around you. Love youself and stop making each other feel like shit.
This is exactly what I was talking about earlier in regards to food and diet shaming.
My mother has always been the type to talk incessantly about her diet and exercise habits and constantly pushes it on me.
I am allowed to eat a donut if I please. She has every right in the world to not eat it, but why does her non-consumption need to be emphasized? Why do people feel they need to let other people know when they believe the other person is being “unhealthy”?
I know she’s playing, but it’s bullshit. I just want this way of thinking to stop existing. Not because it’s spoiling my custard-filled dreams, but because it feeds into this notion that people are allowed to shame and guilt you into living a certain way.