So, a little over two years ago after I graduated high school, I became overly preoccupied with my weight and appearance. I have always had a low self-esteem, but when it came to what I ate and how much I weighed, I never really cared that much. In my family, there is a lot of anxiety surrounding weight – my aunt’s family (who I am extremely close with) are all gym-obsessed, as is my paternal grandmother. They all go to the gym every other day (even the ten, fourteen and seventeen year old), eat organically and all of that. From them, I have been criticized many times about not being thin enough, to the point where when my family goes to their house, I don’t swim anymore out of shame of how I look in a bikini because they would always mention it. My mom’s side, however, thinks I’m too thin. I’m 5’4 and weigh 108.
I’m small chested, which also never bothered me until very recently, and only because I feel that if I were a little bigger in the bra department, I could afford a little extra weight on my stomach.
Like I said, until 2012, what my aunt and the rest of my dad’s family said never really bothered me that much. Suddenly, I became obsessed with being “thin,” and it hasn’t faded since. I obsessively look at pictures of thinspo girls on Tumblr and end up hating myself for not having a perfectly flat stomach or dieting like they all do. I have horrible food guilt – every time I eat something that is even a little indulgent, I cry about it because I’m just contributing to the problem. I used to crash diet constantly and I still love feeling hunger pains as a result, as I associate it with feeling thinner.
I barely have enough money as a college student to feed myself anything at all, much less eat a strict organic diet. It’s 100 here every day lately, so I can’t go for a run without keeling over, and my boyfriend doesn’t like me going outside alone past six (for whatever reason).
It is so incredibly selfish, as many girls my age weigh more than I do, and here I am crying every day and hating myself because I truly don’t feel that I look good. Could that be any more bitchy? I know that it is, but I can’t help it. All I see when I look in the mirror is someone who isn’t beautiful. My dad got angry at me about it earlier today – he truly is slightly overweight and says it’s mean that I whine about how I look all the time. He is the only one I talk to about it, I don’t tell him to fish for compliments, I just hate, hate, hate how I look. I brought it up to my boyfriend once, who said, “Who cares what anyone else might think as long as I think you look fine?” It’s not what other people think, it’s what I think. I’m not happy with my appearance.
In the past, I was able to do those awful crash diets, but now that my boyfriend and I live together, it’s impossible – he’s too observant. What's sad is that I want to so badly even though I know its bad for me.
I don’t know what to do. I feel horrible all the time about it and have thrown out so many lovely clothes because I can’t stand how I look in them. Please, understand that I am not fishing for compliments – if I wanted to do that, I would upload a cute picture to Facebook with the caption “omg so ugly” or something. I’m genuinely unhappy a lot of the time over this.
Any advice to reach my goal of 102lbs (that was how much I weighed in 2011 and I was pleased) and achieve a flat stomach would be amazing. Dieting/exercise, all that. I got my gym membership and am ready, but it’s hard with this horrible body image. Advice in that respect would be helpful, too… A lot of this was to get all of this stress off of my mind and vent.
Lots of love xo



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Moving the focus away from just how you look to how strong you can be and how great you can feel could really really help you!
