You worry about how other people describe you. Are you "the heavyset girl"? Are you "larger"? "Overweight"? "Kinda big"? Are you, god forbid, "chunky"?
You cringe every time you are about to look at photos of yourself. You know what's coming--the inevitable picture where you look like an enormous cow and your friends say, "Oh, what a great picture of you!"
You never see a body like yours portrayed as sexy or attractive. Not anywhere. Not by anyone. You stop believing you are sexy or attractive.
You hate anything that calls attention to your size. Trying on friends' clothes, putting on seat belts and having to adjust them, a muscular friend who can pick you up but can't lift you very far off the ground. A dozen things a day, it seems.
You hate to eat or drink in front of anyone. You are afraid you will be judged as pathetic if you eat a salad, or a disgusting pig if you eat a cheeseburger. All you know is, your choices will be judged. You're fat. Food is your enemy.
You wish you were invisible.
2 comentarios:
vos sabes que ingles no entiendo pero pude leer un poco.
sabes que el viernes cuando fui a tu universidad vi que todas las chicas de ahi eran unas escualidas de patitas de tero y dije: la unica normal aca es agos.
mi mama me comento eso y yo le dije que vos a veces te sentias algo mal con tu cuerpo, me respondio: ¿por qué? ¡si es una chica preciosa!
y yo estuve tremendamente de acuerdo, sos la mas hermosa y la mas cuerda de esa facultad!
juju ojo piba y concuerdo con la chica de arriba esas de la UP deben ser unaaaas jajajajajajajaajjaajajajajja
ma causo gracia porque me las imagino
basta
besi
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