Body. This is the conflict of every woman, no ...

This is the conflict of every woman, not just mine. But this is my woven series in the problem.

I have always fought with the way I see myself. So I can go to my childhood I can remember. The mirrors were not my friend.

The struggle has risen and over the years has diminished to nearly the kind of what I like. Stories like a dance teacher whose history dates back to more than 10 years tell me that I will never be a ballerina dancer because my legs are very short for the worst being a student in the second year of the college.

The problem with sympathy is this, even when you don’t want to take care of what people think that your mind has been literally taken to take care of a lot about what people think and the way you feel incredibly. The first year of college is supposed to be enjoyable, he spoke. Instead, I just wanted to like people. I wanted a “group”.

In all fairness, I did not give myself the appropriate opportunity for this because of the choice of a school of transportation for the first college. We had no football team, nor delicious, we had women’s societies but our city banned a women’s club.

They were called brothels 😂

anyway. I knew I had a problem when I died in Starbucks on the campus because whoever knows when it was the last time I ate. I had a full meal plan listed in my tuition fees and rarely used at all. Literally, don’t even remember how the cafe appeared. You are lucky if you weigh 100 lbs.

I find myself in a different situation these days. I never intended to lose weight this time, and his return was less than the stars. This conflict feels more difficult. I am brilliantly realizing that I need to gain weight and be in good health. When I am eaten now, although I am proud of myself once. It is short -lived, but I am.

My mind jumps immediately to “How much weight will it add?” And “Where will this go on your body?” It absorbs very bad. I am hungry but I do not want to eat because my mind is like, weight = bad, but the other half of my mind knows that I need calories. It is a wild battle to be frankly. As sympathy, all I want for my close friends and my family is to know how beautiful they are. I feel their conflicts. I don’t want them to feel this way at all.

Why do I allow myself to do so?