I Don't Have A Good Relationship With My Fatness
One of the reasons I stopped using Instagram was that it was harming my mental health. Pretty people in pretty places, always thin and photogenic and happy. It's fake, everyone pretends, which is part of why I hate going on there, it's got a real LinkedIn vibe of "only post your successes and never your failures" which just kinda sucks to scroll through. I wish Instagram was just people's dogs and photos of their breakfast. I yearn for the mundane. I don't post pictures of my body much online. It's not a source of pride for me. My skin is blotchy, my tummy sticks out, there's always a weird reflection in my glasses. I don't love how I look. It's not all negative, I like my long hair and I like my strong arms and I like that when I started exercising my chest became more defined. I'm always surprised at how fit I end up being, because it's always more fit than I thought. But I don't like my body. The mature thing would be to acc...
