Musings of an Agoraphobic

A little inspiration, rants, information on mental health and agoraphobia; self esteem and body love and a whole lot of my quirky self thrown in.

One thing I have found I struggle with, living with my mother, is my self image and self esteem. She’s very critical of my body, maybe she doesn’t realize she is being so but she is. Constant comments, negative ones, about how I look or eat. It’s no wonder when someone compliments me, I turn red. I just have to keep telling myself that her comments are not my own. They do not have to be nor will they be. I also know she’s not really seeing me for me, she’s seeing the image that our society deems wrong. Over weight, obese, whatever. 
Remember, bodies for thousands of years have come in all shapes or sizes. My size is just pear shaped and voluptuous. 

One thing I have found I struggle with, living with my mother, is my self image and self esteem. She’s very critical of my body, maybe she doesn’t realize she is being so but she is. Constant comments, negative ones, about how I look or eat. It’s no wonder when someone compliments me, I turn red. 

I just have to keep telling myself that her comments are not my own. They do not have to be nor will they be. I also know she’s not really seeing me for me, she’s seeing the image that our society deems wrong. Over weight, obese, whatever. 

Remember, bodies for thousands of years have come in all shapes or sizes. My size is just pear shaped and voluptuous. 

  • 25 July 2013
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