I’m tired of thinking about the way my body looks all the time, like a radio that never turns off.
I’m an artist. I get busy and distracted easily. And some days, I don’t eat much. I forget. I put my coffee in the microwave and leave it there for 5 hours. I have one real meal, and then stay up until the wee hours working on something, and then I grab a bowl of fruit and eat that before I go to bed.
And I hate how I feel like that’s a virtue. How I feel like that is a *good* thing that I’m doing. That those hours I’m not eating are a badge I can show to people who look at me and think I’m fat. Who see me and figure I’m unhealthy; that I’m shoving cake into my mouth 24/7. How sick is that? And I catch myself doing it, and I fight against myself when I do it. But it’s always there, in the back of my mind.
And I hate this constant, exhausting state of having to explain away my body as something I am just...always, always ALWAYS a little bit ashamed of. Waiting for some kind of exoneration that will never come. Constantly writing a mental plea to some faceless judge inside my brain of all the reasons why I should be allowed some shred of self-worth and self-esteem and just *five GODDAMN minutes of freedom* from thinking about the fact that I am fat. That my arms jiggle. That my thighs dimple. That my stomach spills over my pants.
I want to love myself. Heck, I’d settle for body neutrality. And a lot of the time, I think I can manage it, but tonight in this Chili’s, I am just...it feels impossible. It feels like I’ll always just look in the mirror and be so dissatisfied with what I see, and that I’ll be torn in half between the two sides: Love yourself the way you are. You deserve respect and happiness no matter your size. And...
You are fat. And that is all you will *ever* be.
Edit: And I hate that I can’t tell people in my life this because they will try to reassure me that I’m Not Fat *like I don’t have fucking EYES*, or will be like ‘here’s diet and exercise!’ like I’ve never heard of either in my life, and I’ll stand there feeling Stupid for having brought it up when what I really want is just peace and to feel Good About Myself, but how do you fix that, and how do you change the world?? So why bother.
safasd Okay I’m going to bed.