Thank you so much for sharing your story. One of the numerous parallels I noticed to my story and something that I have only just recently started to contend with was how I was fed during childhood. I often snuck and hid food to eat in private which validated all the things my parents and doctors kept telling me - that I ate too much. Even though I was consistently fed much smaller portions. Allowing of course for the fact that I was the youngest, I remember going to bed hungry many times. I was being fed, but I was being deliberately underfed during critical stages of development. And realizing that was really hard. It was a sort of lynchpin holding up a big piece of the scaffolding to my buy-in to diet culture. The re-framing from "you were the problem" to "you were fucked" and untangling how that has impacted all areas of my life is still something i am working on. Going to bed hungry went from feeling shame because my hunger was a clear marker of my failure to righteous indignation.
It's disgusting how our obsession with losing weight robs us of joy. The first thing you thought of after your husband proposed to you shouldn't have been "I need to lose weight for my wedding dress". That is heartbreaking.
I could write a point by point parallel but my god this is so exhausting.
Hi Claudia, thank you for your comment 🧡 It's one of the wonderfully heartbreaking parts of this, the amount of folks who have had similar experiences. Those who were indoctrinated into diet culture before they could ever question it's intentions, and from those who may have had good intentions, but left us feeling so unworthy. Thank you so much for sharing part of your story, I know how hard it is to process these events and look at them through an anti-diet lens. Sending you so much love 🥰
Thank you so much for sharing your story. One of the numerous parallels I noticed to my story and something that I have only just recently started to contend with was how I was fed during childhood. I often snuck and hid food to eat in private which validated all the things my parents and doctors kept telling me - that I ate too much. Even though I was consistently fed much smaller portions. Allowing of course for the fact that I was the youngest, I remember going to bed hungry many times. I was being fed, but I was being deliberately underfed during critical stages of development. And realizing that was really hard. It was a sort of lynchpin holding up a big piece of the scaffolding to my buy-in to diet culture. The re-framing from "you were the problem" to "you were fucked" and untangling how that has impacted all areas of my life is still something i am working on. Going to bed hungry went from feeling shame because my hunger was a clear marker of my failure to righteous indignation.
It's disgusting how our obsession with losing weight robs us of joy. The first thing you thought of after your husband proposed to you shouldn't have been "I need to lose weight for my wedding dress". That is heartbreaking.
I could write a point by point parallel but my god this is so exhausting.
Hi Claudia, thank you for your comment 🧡 It's one of the wonderfully heartbreaking parts of this, the amount of folks who have had similar experiences. Those who were indoctrinated into diet culture before they could ever question it's intentions, and from those who may have had good intentions, but left us feeling so unworthy. Thank you so much for sharing part of your story, I know how hard it is to process these events and look at them through an anti-diet lens. Sending you so much love 🥰