I was chubby as a little girl and was bullied into becoming an emaciated anorexic and compulsive bulimic. It got to the point where even showering was difficult and was going in and out of hospitals all the time. I survived. Thankfully I started to surround myself by people who helped me get better through talks, support, and reassurance (that works more wonders than "professional" help!). So I gained weight, went back to my normal weight. I still exercised so I wasn't fat, but not exactly thin. Still, I felt so much better and healthier and swore I'd never be anorexic again.
Recently I married a handsome young man who is suffering and is always irritable and depressed just because he is not a twig! He has the same body type as I do. He has a tendency to skip meals and throw up. I've actually lost a lot of weight since I started dating him. It's been a lot of factors, like skipping meals when we first started dating, and now I'm going back to old habits. I hate this! Hearing somebody complain of how fat they are (when in fact he is not fat, just not skinny) reminds me of my old horrible days and I worry so much over him too. I resent our sick-minded society for its stupid ideals! I always get told what a nice body I have even by strangers, but it's not even natural... I freaking exercise almost every day and take care of what I eat! I had already gotten over that sickness, but somehow I kind of relapsed. So how can I even help my beloved husband when I cannot even help myself? I would so much more prefer for us to be pleasingly plump and happy, than be skinny and obsessed. Sigh. But I know he will never be pleasingly plump AND happy.
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