<p>It’s like… none of my friends, they don’t understand me at all. Not the way that you guys do. It’s like they always tell me like how pretty I am… but I don’t feel pretty. Like when I look in the mirror… all I see is a fat pig. Okay? I’m just the fattest pig on the farm, and… and that’s why I don’t eat.</p>
<p>Well... sometimes I take salami and I roll it up into a little straw and… and I take the straw and put it into a cup of chocolate pudding, and I suck the chocolate pudding through the salami straw… does that make sense?</p>
<p>I'll just eat and eat to fill an emotional void... I’m a yo-yo dieter – like my weight fluctuates dramatically, like last year I weighed five-thousand pounds. I know… I weighed more than most elephants. </p>
<p>I need someone to help me through my problems... I know there’s something out there… but I don’t know if I wanna call it God. ‘Kay, so, like, I – I believe in God, but I don’t know that I think God is like some guy on a throne with a long white beard… like, like to me God is like – it could be anything, it could be like, literally it could be this table. It could totally be this table, it IS this table. It’s like I’m spiritual… but I’m not religious, do you understand? I can get off spiritually… just sunlight through trees.</p>
<p>Share your stories... and your words of advice guys. Thank you so much.</p>
<p>I wouldn’t worry about your weight unless your doctor has brought it to your attention. You just need to accept yourself for who you are. However, if it’s serious, you need to find the trigger of what causes you to eat a significant amount. Whatever it may be: stress, low self esteem etc., you need to find the root cause and address it. As soon as you do that you should improve:)</p>
<p>Its okay.You R not alone. I feel fatall the time too,so, I bet do a lot of American girls.
Try this new acceptance theory. It’s actually kind of interesting. Here goes.</p>
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<li><p>Yes, maybe you are fat according to your society’s standards. </p></li>
<li><p>However, since America’s standards of physical beauty are so flawed,about 50-60% of american girls are also <em>fat</em>.</p></li>
<li><p>Since beauty is a social construct, depending on the society you live in- beauty can be defined as anything you wish.</p></li>
<li><p>Unfortunately, you live In American society where the definition of beauty does not quite include you.</p></li>
<li><p>However, society’s view of beauty is simply a media-orientted,people-accepting creation</p></li>
<li><p>Like any creation it can be taken apart.</p></li>
<li><p>Therefore, if you are able to convince others you are beautiful even though you don’t fit into preaccepted societal standards- you will help redefine the concept of beauty.</p></li>
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<p>As far as a story goes, I’ve been in a similar situation. Society does place a significant amount of pressure on people to “look good,” something that can lead women to extremes. The bottom line is acceptance. In order for conditions to improve for you, you first have to accept yourself for who you are. So you’re not going to be the most thin and “beautiful” (in accordance to the beliefs of society) person in the world. Who cares? If you have an awesome personality, your inner beauty will be exemplified in a way that will not only enable you to just be yourself, but will also enable you to acquire more friends and acceptance. Confidence goes a long way. People like to be associated with confident people, and that’s how you could gain acceptance. Believe me, DO NOT go to extremes. I’ve been there and the outcome is not ideal. Be yourself and the rest will fall into place.</p>
<p>i was once bulimic
but one day i decided to stop because its not worth it.
why throw away food that’s inedible now?
Now to get fit, i exercise.
When i look into the mirror,
i feel joy; not because i have the perfect body(which i don’t) or because
my face is gorgeous (which is untrue either)
but because i feel myself improving and i’m doing my best to reach a certain goal
and that there is always someone, even i feel like five elephants meshed together, even when i look horrible, even when no one befriended me, who loves me: God</p>