I've always been a bigger girl. My boobs came in in 6th grade and that wasn't just cause I hit puberty super hard. I just liked food. It was a nice comfort-- course it didn't hurt that I was unaware of my gluten intolerance then and my mother is an AMAZING Southern cook.
We always had little deliciousities around the house. And our dinners? Oh, don't get me started.
Now, sometimes, I find myself unable to eat an apple without a moment of nausea. I'm not now a skinny girl, nor have I ever (purposefully) developed an eating disorder. (The first sixth months of my Celiac lifestyle, I was unaware of the problem and vomited a couple times a day, so technically.... bulimic, but I don't count it.)
I find it interesting how just a shift in thought so strongly controls your bodily reactions. Just one person walking into a room, one person that you don't like, can make you clumsy and rude. This is a mind game. A game that our minds like to play with us.
I'm a rather strong believer of one's mind, body, and spirit as different entities-- and the mind is definitely the bully. Funny thing about bullies....
They often stop once they are confronted.
So, go about confronting yourself. Stop the bad thoughts rolling around inside that head of yours.
And try to feel a smile. It'll make you feel better.
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