I have always worried about this b'coz she has always complained of being fat since she was 7. She always pulled at her stomach skin and said she ate too much and said she needed to diet. She is extremely thin and I know that that, in itself, holds no meaning but the constant dislike of her body and the way she has always looked at herself and spoken of herself was like looking at a mirror that reflected the beginnings of my ED.
I feel like I am no one to worry about her with this b'coz I am fighting it myself, but I can't help but to worry. I feel like an alcoholic saying: Son, go to your room! I cannot believe you were caught drinking!
Ya, okay dad, whatever you hypocrite idiot.
How can I even begin think I'm allowed to worry about her when I still hide and deny the fact that I binge and purge and restrict and obsess and count and add and subtract and multiply and divide and log and obsess and obsess and obsess, myself?
This is a bit chilling...
Oh gods what a horrible dream! *Hugs*
ReplyDeleteI really really hope she doesn't go the ED way too. I remember you posting that you've told her it's hell, right? We need more role models for girls who DGAF what other people think about how they look. Strong women like Olympic Shot-putters who need to be tough and disciplined to do what they do.
I want to come hug you and sing Soft Kitty so you don't have nightmares.
Love and hugs to you <3