I dated a girl who was smaller than me, the type of person youโd describe as skinny. Me, on the other hand, Iโm kind of in between, midsize, even fat depending on who you ask.
When I started getting to know her I got a little self conscious, could I really have a relationship with someone smaller than me? The doubt quickly fizzled away though, as I focused more on her and me as people, not bodies.
Then it became apparent that she was insecure, first it was telling me about a bad time she had while buying clothes, dysmorphia. I told her I understood, itโs happened to me too, that sizing is by no means universal and not to let it chip away at her self esteem.
As with many things she struggled with, my caring words were poured on a bottomless bucket, and she only got worse. On a particularly bad night, we were texting and she was sulking about how she had to start exercising, saying things like โIโm so lazy, I need to lose x amount of weight, I need to fit into my [3 sizes smaller than me] pantsโ and sending several pictures of herself of when she was her โideal weightโ, going on and on with self deprecating comments. I couldnโt understand her behavior, sheโd never had an unkind word towards MY appearance, me being bigger than her.
Now, I am perfectly content with the way I look. As most women, growing up I faced comments about my weight from family members, especially my parents. As a teenager, I started practicing body neutrality, unlearning harmful behaviors, I donโt restrict myself from eating the things I like, and I believe Iโm beautiful. I know how to dress and do my makeup nicely and feel good about myself, feel pretty.
I also donโt make worrying about my body or my weight a priority in my life. I understand it can be to some people, exercising regularly and eating intentionally, for me I consider I donโt have the bandwidth to go for that lifestyle. Sure, in the future Iโd like to make it a priority to take care of myself in that way, but I wonโt suffer about my body now that Iโm not doing anything to change it. I refuse to suffer.
I relayed all of this to the girl, she said well yeah, itโs just that I have standards for myself, but you yeah I will always think youโre beautiful no matter what you look like!
What a hypocrite. How could you love me, how could you love my body and turn around and say such things in the mirror? What did you expect me to say?