TW: Body image issues, mild eating disorder.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76YBYAjJ01
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You're too fat.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhFABSOcH0B
You're too skinny.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhYb0h3Ttxo
You don't have enough muscle.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyOgSaMSWEu
Ha, I bet you must be small down there.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoVFCxVDett
You look like a girl.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH2J1CNfwbt
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Asian parents are the royalty of gossip and making backhanded comments about your appearance. They can find absolutely anything to criticise. Your height, your facial structure, your skin, your hair...272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQWgVTZgLc
Well, as my relationship with my mother went down the drain, I'd tell her to shut up every time she mentioned anything like that, so I don't hear it as often. Or I'd just avoid her completely. It's hilarious, right? They call you fat then tell you to eat more.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmyo3i4c7r
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I'm lucky enough to have been born with an average face and good metabolism, so when I was a child, everyone would call me skinny, “chicken legs” as they called it, despite all the exercise I did. However, when I stopped doing as many sports and hit puberty, I gained a fair amount of weight in my highschool years. Well, not enough to be overweight, but enough for Asian standards. My family, sister especially, would keep calling me fat. I didn't pay attention to them at first, but soon, I started comparing myself to the people around me. I was always a big eater, but I realised I ate more than most of my mates, twice as much, even. At times, I couldn't stop eating until I felt like I was going to puke. I was constantly craving food, and I'd feel guilty after binging. It was around the time when I would try to make myself vomit. However, my fear of the vomiting sensation rendered my attempts unsuccessful.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKSbYy13W62
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From personal experience, please don't rely on unhealthy methods to lose weight. If you suffer from excessive food cravings, don't procrastinate and seek help.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtXWqEKT4od
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I'm going to be honest with you. "There are no ugly people. Only lazy people." What a fat lie that is. Yes, ugly is definitely subjective, but there are certainly features where the general society deems unattractive. Sure, you can convince yourself and praise others, saying "wow, you're so good looking! Don't let yourself be down!" when someone's not conventionally attractive. But I know. Sure, it might not apply to all of you, but I know. That some of you are thinking, "I'm happy I'm better looking than this person. They're not ugly, but... they're not my type." Maybe you like empty praises, that's fine. I don't though. I think it's annoying when people pretend to empower someone obviously conventionally unattractive by praising them with empty words to make themself feel like a good person. Of course, that's my justice. Maybe you think that despite your words being fake, it still carries meaning and as long as your overall motive is good. I mean, it's not bad, pretending to be a good person.
So what's my point? People are lying to you when they say you're good-looking? No. When I say it, I mean it. I'm sure a lot of others are the same way as well. The point is, there's always a bunch of people who'll think you're ugly. But... who cares? Start with yourself. If you accept yourself the way you are, and learn to love your body, then no one else's opinion matters. That's not to say that people who insult you to your face shouldn't have a chair smacked into their face, though. Take care of yourself. You know your body most. If you're enjoying yourself, and you're HEALTHY, who cares what other people think? They think they're all that, huh? I'm sure there are people out there that think you're just their type. Of course, it's easier said than done. Body image can't change in one night, so start small. Compliment yourself on one thing every day. If, for health reasons, you're wanting to cut off on junk food and start exercising, don't kill yourself if you fail a few times. Growth isn't linear. As long as you get up and keep trying, you're already amazing. 272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT7u6SnbfVX
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My dudes, it's aight to struggle with your body image. Shit, if people shame you for being transparent, I'll beat 'em up for you. True, women generally like confident men who have a stable life, but if you're too cocky, well, good luck with getting a lasting relationship that isn't built on superficial attraction. Don't be like my father (/j) and take your time to build your confidence. Until the time when someone spits a backhanded insult your way, you're unfazed. Self love ey.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK05g3BRz8u
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Be confident, but not cocky. Accept constructive feedback. Work on those communication skills.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTEEKHrV2xp
-Charlie's life advice 2k23
Oh, the conclusion of my story? As I mentioned in my life story, antidepressants made me lose a good amount of weight and I had more pressing things to worry about than my body image. After quitting basketball to focus on my studies in year 12, I started doing weights and body-weight exercises at home. After the accident, my energy levels dropped significantly along with my appetite, so my weight has been lower than ever recently.
Currently, my family is on a roll calling me skin and bones, pressuring me to eat more when I physically can't. I'm a bit annoyed by the sheer repetitiveness, but I'm not offended or anything. I think I look fine, though the numbers on the scale is a little concerning. I do worry about my looks, and when going out, I feel self-conscious if I go out shabby; I don't want to create a negative externality for people who have to walk past me. It's a matter of politeness to be hygienic and dress up reasonably well when going outside. Sometimes I think I look like hot shit, and other times I'm wondering who the abomination in the mirror is. But frankly, I don't really care too much. I've come to learn no one else really cares, either. Just go about your life. I'm writing this in my pajamas , desperately procrastinating for my mountain of piled-up work yet again, so my greasy hair and acne is far from the worst of my worries. I'll gain back the muscle I lost someday! At least I can walk, right? That 8-pack can wait.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOhUc7Jy1j
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Huh? Face reveal? Well, sure, I don't mind. If you happen to finish reading this and are somewhat curious, PM me or something. Catch is, I believe in equivalent exchange so I'll have to get to know you a tad bit and you'll have to reveal your face too. lol.
