Long lame post~
Sometimes I sit down and think about the relationship between me and my body. Three years ago I felt nothing but anger and hate for it.
I thought I was fat, ugly. I thought I was miserable. Nobody would have ever loved me because of that.
I punished myself, with starving (not a lot of starving actually), vomit, laxatives, self-harming (sometimes quite serious harms with fire, acid or knives). Nothing very serious, but it still hurted.
Sometimes I try to remember how I got out of that nightmare. I think it was a slow process, I was not alone. But I remember asking myself “why am I doing this to myself?”.
And now… well, now I like my body. It has wonderful curves. It has a cute tummy, lovely big hips, wide tights, soft breasts. I have a big nose and I love it. How is it? It’s the same body, why three years ago it was disgusting and now it is sexy as hell?