Body Image

I thought I would write about one thing that is close to my heart and one subject that does cause a lot of issues for many people. It can go in very different ways. This is the way it has taken me.

The subject I talk about is body image the reason I decided to talk about this is it is so important to be aware of what you say to people about their bodies because it can impact their mental status.

I grew up with a mother that criticized me about my weight, so she would always have me on diets. This happened from the age of 12. These diets would consist of only eating watermelon for breakfast, lunch and dinner for 2 weeks, and a rock melon one. No healthy diets that would make me lose weight. Mind you I don’t even think I was that big (I was a size 10 aus).

I was always told I had Dolly Parton boobs (great thanks mum) from the age of 14. The impact of the put down had me wanting to hide. I hated my self and the way I looked. When you hear how fat you are and you need to lose weight a million times you eventually can’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror.

One memory that will stay in my mind forever will be being intimate with someone and when it was over he told me to “get dressed fat fuck” because “I make him feel sick”. That devastated me I have never been able to feel comfortable in my own skin since that was 20 years ago. You never forget.

Things like these are why I ended up with my PTSD. Why I have body image issues. People need to understand the lasting effects on people when you make comments. Think about how you would feel if it was you.

8 Replies to “Body Image”

  1. This is so true.

    What you experienced was cruel. I was a size 16 as a child and went down to size 14 through stress when mum wasn’t well. I remained a size 14, but sometimes would be called fat still.
    One year I had a new coat I loved and it kept me warm at winter, but someone from the distance shouted fat. The coat was padded. Although it affected me, I carried on wearing that coat because it was so warm.

    As an adult when I was I think still a size 14 then, walking down the street where I once lived, otherwise starting to slip in a 12, I had someone randomly call me fat who lived on the same street as me. I was told later what kind of chap he was. He didn’t have a good reputation.
    The street I lived on then I did not feel safe to live on. I stopped walking in that direction altogether after that, because of how I did not feel safe. In the end I moved. I lost a lot of weight through that street of what went on with a neighbour and his so called mates that lived below me.

  2. Thank you. I have not experienced that for some time now, thankfully. Since then, I have lived in better areas where I have felt safe both day and night.
    I already had a body issue with myself, before even name calling at school and what I experienced as an adult. I can still have a bit of a self-conscious thing about my body. But I am more happier about it now, than I was then. X

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