Problem area body
I am here. Stand in front of the mirror and look at me. My body is far from perfect. My hair has split ends and is hanging limply. There are dark circles under my eyes and next to these, I actually get wrinkles. Lord God in heaven, I'm getting wrinkles! My pulse is rising slowly.
My neck is actually too short for my body, and my breasts ... they could be a little firmer and plumper. My upper arms are marked by lipedema, they hang and wave - although I've already stopped waving. You are just friendly! The abdominal zone is another thing, too much, too wobbly, too dimpled, too misshapen.
Legs and buttocks belong to the "exclusion zone" variety! Too much of anything, my heart rate is 180 and I don't like the person in the mirror. I want to be different, be better, be more beautiful.
My little demons are grinning at me. I wonder if you planted these thoughts in my head. They're sitting all over my room and smirking. They laugh at me, it seems to me. I don't feel comfortable in any of my clothes, everything pinches and doesn't fit as it should. I would love to put on a sack of potatoes and bury myself forever. The laughter gets louder and louder.
There it is! That one shrill sound. Like a siren. An alarm system? I am so angry. But not on me. It's my stupid little demons. I'll kick you all out of the room - I know you'll be back, but I don't care. I don't have to hide, I don't have to deny my illness and my body. The only thing I have to do is accept who I am. The woman in the mirror is not perfect, no, but she is honestly imperfect! My problem area is not my body but my head where these little beasts live.
Dear fellow sufferers, don't hide! Be proud of yourselves, stand by yourselves! We have to accept ourselves, we have to learn to be who we are. So put on your best dress and rock the day!
Confident, proud greetings