Samara writes on her relationship with her body and the world’s BS.
In some ways, it’s harder to hate your body when you’re thin than when you’re overweight.
Besides your own body negative narrative, you invite hate from others who think you are being an indulgent first world bitch.
I have always loved food. The taste of it; the experience of it; preparing it as an act of love. Sharing it with friends; digging into a holiday meal with family.
It’s sensuous and sublime and one of the great experiences in life.
Unfortunately, I was also an emotional eater as far back as childhood. Food was a replacement for love and attention.
I was a super skinny kid, before it was chic to be skinny. I had a big butt and a flat chest and I hated my lopsided, pear-shaped body. I cried shopping for jeans that fit. If they fit around my waist, I couldn’t pull them up over my ass.
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