All Bodies Are Beautiful

For those of you who read my last post, you know that the last couple of weeks have been really hard for me.
One of the triggers for my Social Anxiety Disorder is size-ism, or more specifically, the belief that I'm not good looking enough to be in social situations, because I am fat. This belief had me develop an eating disorder by the time I was 14. An eating disorder I was too ashamed to seek professional help for. Studies have shown that our sense of self is mainly formed before we hit puberty, so I firmly believe that being repeatedly told that I was disgusting, lazy, stupid, nasty etc in elementary school still interferes with my sense of self today.

One of my tools to cope with my anxiety is anger. I don't get angry easily. It usually takes a lot of provocation for me to fly into a rage, but when my nerves are already frayed from anxiety, depression, and self-loathing, it doesn't take much to have me frothing in anger. Anger is not a very healthy tool for dealing with  mental illness, and I do not recommend it. I can use anger to shake myself out of the anxiety but I will always need other tools to take me back to a tranquil state of mind.

This morning I found something that shook me right out of my anxiety and into Hippo!RAGE territory. The response to this article is too perfect, so I will link to that instead of trying to form my own reply. All I want to say is this -

Linda Kelsey,
How DARE you! How dare you pretend to have the right to stand as judge when it comes to other people's happiness?
Get a hobby.
Sincerely,
Hedgehog


 

As always
DFTBA