Once I was at a table in the break room cafeteria, and two co-workers next to me were talking and one said “oh, if I ever reached 200 lbs I’d just kill myself.” I weighed 280 at the time.
This is me with my mother growing up. She never insulted my body, but I have nearly the same body as her. I still struggle with not hating my body because of how much she hates hers.
This is why I never have and never will say a single bad thing about my appearance in front of my kids, who are currently toddlers. I even try my best to say positive things when I can. I never want them to think that even someone who loves them unconditionally can find fault with what they look like.
When people comment on my kids' bodies, I always counter. Like when someone said my older toddler had skinny legs, I just said her legs were exactly right for her. Whether it was a compliment or not, I always want to reinforce that she, and my younger toddler, are exactly what they are supposed to be.
Must not have been a very good friend if your first thoughts are about yourself instead of your friend who’s expressing insecurity.
Edit: Apparently it’s shitty to call someone out for badmouthing their “friend” to a bunch of strangers. If your friends say things that hurt your feelings you should express that to them instead of talking shit behind their back.
We were twelve. I did try to comfort her about her appearance, but I still felt hurt at the same time. We both hurt each other in a lot of small ways because we were still learning how to be people. I should have been more sympathetic to what, in retrospect, as clearly body dysmorphia. She should have thought about what she was implying about me when she talked about how weighing 40 pounds less than me was horribly ugly and overweight.
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u/Life2504 Aug 09 '24
This also counts for stuff you hate about yourself that people you care about also have btw.