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frustrations of the body
Mar. 7th, 2011 02:33 pmToday I had two instances where I wanted to grab someone and hug them and tell them, "hey you are all right. You aren't as awful as you think you are."
A friend posted something about "if I lose enough weight then I will do such and such." I thought about saying, "why wait. Why not do it. Losing weight has NOTHING to do with wanting to do this." I have a feeling that she would have gotten angry or even more self-loathing and I didn't want to do that to her in such a public place. I may email her and gently tell her she can do that and she is indeed awesome.
Then I was in line at the grocery store with the kids. The woman in front of me was soooooo obviously anorexic. I know the difference between naturally slender and an eating disorder. You could see how her skin and hair have been ravaged by the disorder. The layering of clothes and so on. On the conveyor belt she had some diet drink. I bet she could see me looking at her. In that moment I wanted to grab her, hug her and say, "I know you think you are fat and hideous and not worthy of all kinds of things but your daughter there, obviously loves you to pieces and you are indeed awesome and loved and you are not hideous."
I know that for most people they have to sort of decide to change how they feel about themselves. But sometimes I just wish I could fix that.
A friend posted something about "if I lose enough weight then I will do such and such." I thought about saying, "why wait. Why not do it. Losing weight has NOTHING to do with wanting to do this." I have a feeling that she would have gotten angry or even more self-loathing and I didn't want to do that to her in such a public place. I may email her and gently tell her she can do that and she is indeed awesome.
Then I was in line at the grocery store with the kids. The woman in front of me was soooooo obviously anorexic. I know the difference between naturally slender and an eating disorder. You could see how her skin and hair have been ravaged by the disorder. The layering of clothes and so on. On the conveyor belt she had some diet drink. I bet she could see me looking at her. In that moment I wanted to grab her, hug her and say, "I know you think you are fat and hideous and not worthy of all kinds of things but your daughter there, obviously loves you to pieces and you are indeed awesome and loved and you are not hideous."
I know that for most people they have to sort of decide to change how they feel about themselves. But sometimes I just wish I could fix that.
