Monday, June 28, 2010
I realized last night, as I laid in bed unable to sleep, I do not remember a time I was satisfied with my body. I remember in 6th grade putting on a 15/16 pant and the look of utter disapproval on my mothers face. Actually I can not remember a moment she did not criticize my body. I think she projected her own self hatred on me. Being 5' 10" in the 7th grade certainly did not help me avoid the teasing of other kids. All of them directed at my weight, which now that I think about it, was completely normal for how tall I am. I can not honestly even imagine myself at a weight that would be considered thin and it scares me.