” I’m smarter than you.
I look better in this sweater .
You have a big mouth.
Are you sure you are going to eat that?
You are not pretty.
Nobody will want someone as fat as you are.
Your belly is not as flat as mine.
Your boobs are way too big.
You are such a brad.
You are stupid.
Is there really nothing that you can do right?
Do you even have a brain ?
You are too dumb to study (….)
I don’t know from whom you inherit this kind of behaviour,for sure not from me.
You are a loser.
Why can’t you be as smart as your cousin?
Look how thin she is,you can never be like her.
I have never been abroad so it’s ridiculous that you are going to Paris .
Why the hell can’t you play keyboards as well as your cousin ?
You need to do this (….) because your cousin is already busy with it.
It is not fair that you have better chances in life than me.
I wish I’ve never had you.
I could have left before you were born,but I stayed for you.
I could have just twisted your neck when you were tiny, since you stood on the way to my career. “
These should be in the book about “How to not talk to your kids or/and your loved ones”. What do you do when you hear things like every day for for years, decades ? You believe in them. I know I did.
It all makes sense now.
When the phone rings, and it’s one of the people who you would call “parents” (well actually my dad only at this point, my mom doesn’t give a shit about me),I immediately search for food. First I check around the table, then I scan the room, then I think about what I have in the fridge that I could possibly eat (or nub) while I talk to them( I also think about the food that I can eat after the conversation). That explains a lot.
There. It’s out. I had to write it down. It gives me some kind of satisfaction ,strength. Why?
Because first of all , I don’t believe in it anymore. I call it bullshit. If you say or think about me this way, it means you have absolutely no idea who I am. I’m not stupid. I’m not too dumb to do stuff. I can actually do a lot of things -from very useless to very useful, so never underestimate me .I’m not model type skinny. I never was ,nor ever will be.
I don’t have a flat belly, and it might be that even if I lose enough weight it will never be completely flat.
I’m not my mom, or my dad. I’m not my cousin. I’m not anybody else. I’m not my weight. I’m not my depression. I’m not my PTSD .I’m not my eating disorder.
I’m me & that is good enough.