Way too powerful an image here…
This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…
Picture by Meg Gaiger
I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.
Wow, just wow…I remember this all too well. It was only like, three years ago that I still had my eating disorder and I honestly got so bad I found myself standing in the bathroom, pinching the fat on my abdomen, holding a pair of scissors. I was so fucking desperate…god, I am never going back to that.
I promise to fight diet culture and I promise to love my body unconditionally.