A photograph was shared on Fb from my dad’s marriage ceremony again in 2013. I scrolled previous the photograph with out taking any discover of it. Besides I paused and again tracked. I noticed I used to be in that photograph. I stared at it for a very long time, figuring out it was me but additionally feeling so disconnected from that particular person. I don’t keep in mind ever trying like that, ever weighing that a lot. I’m POSITIVE my mother used to inform me, “you’re not fats!”
It’s no surprise physique dysmorphia exists. I take a look at myself now and nonetheless suppose I’m “chubby” or “chubby”. I not often ever take a look at myself within the mirror and suppose, “Wow I’m skinny/common!”
I simply thought I’d share. Despite the fact that that photograph was taken eight years in the past, I’m nonetheless coping with the psychological part of weight reduction at the moment.