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I waver back and forth on my body image. I've had some pretty traumatic experiences. I'm hella skinny, so my parents have always been concerned. I was a vegetarian from age 11-17, and I never weighed over 100 lbs. My mom and a couple friends were sure that I was anorexic, so my mom took me to a therapist to talk about it. My therapist was like, "you guys don't know what you're talking about, this kid is healthy." Then a couple years ago, I happened to be sorta sick and vomiting in the bathroom at a family reunion, and some relative went and told my mom that she was absolutely sure that I was bulemic. So after another stupid trip to the therapist, where she promptly shut them down again, I was sure the world was conspiring against me as a skinny person.
So since all that silliness, I've become a non vegetarian, am up to 105, and though I've slowly grown to like my body shape, occasionally I have not-so-sexy feeling day. My tummy is out of shape, and my boobies are little with puffly nipples. What's up with that? But usually, I am pretty impressed with myself when I look in the mirror.
Growing into your body is a long and painful process. Especially considering the fact that by the time you might begin to be happy with it, it is beginning to decay and fall apart. I think that's the thing that creeps me out the most about aging.
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