People love shopping. Everyone loves shopping. I don't. I absolutely loathe shopping. If someone asks me why, I tell them that shopping is just too much work( which it is). What I don't tell them is the actual reason. The real reason is the bright lights in the changing rooms.
I can't buy something that is not tried and tested, so I absolutely need to try on the clothes before I buy them and that is the worst thing about shopping. Most shopping places have changing rooms and most changing rooms have lots of mirrors and very bright lights. Okay, okay, I'll just say it! I hate seeing myself in mirrors. And as cliche as it is, I am writing a post about body insecurities. What can I say? I am a teenager and a girl, hence the body issues. Not that every teenage girl has a body issues problem. It is just that the internet has too many body issue articles floating around and body issues happen to be taking up a a huge space in my mind palace, which I would prefer filling up with other interesting stuff like celebrity adoptions and zodiac signs. So lets just get over with it.
The problem is that it is summer and need some more cooler clothes but I hate shopping. More precisely, I am not comfortable with my own body. I've been called a fatty too many times to truly love my own body. But the situation is better today than it was a a year or two ago. Atleast I don't cry in changing rooms anymore(or maybe I still do). It began one fine morning in my 3rd standard. The education boards maybe taking bold steps to make the education system child friendly, but it is doing nothing to stop the humiliation of having your weight and height marked in your report card. Who is the sadist who thought that this was a good idea? Anyway, so our whole class was taken to get there weight and height measured. Then it was not a big deal, little did I know that this would become equivalent to hell. After the weight were taken and noted down, I asked my best-friend ,Ravleen, about her weight. She said, "25 kgs". I was 30 kgs. I asked some of my other friends, they were in the 20 to 25 range. It was then that I became an official fatty.
Fast forward a few years, dumb little boys and insecure little girls(me included) always pointed out my "extra"ness. And I would just want to hide in a cave forever. This became worse and it came to the point where I started to hate myself. Then one day I discovered that many other people felt the same way and somehow I felt a little better. Little by little I gathered the broken pieces of my self-esteem and started liking myself. What if my stomach is big, I have pretty eyes.... What if I am a bit jiggly, I have straight teeth..... The mere liking became a little more, not yet love, but not downright hate either. And then I came to college. I met lovely people who loved themselves despite there shortcomings and I decided to love myself too. I am still working on it but I am at a better place today. So maybe I will go shopping and not hate the reflection instead hate the stupid bright lights. Do you have body issues? What are you doing to come in terms with it? See ya'll, bye!
I can't buy something that is not tried and tested, so I absolutely need to try on the clothes before I buy them and that is the worst thing about shopping. Most shopping places have changing rooms and most changing rooms have lots of mirrors and very bright lights. Okay, okay, I'll just say it! I hate seeing myself in mirrors. And as cliche as it is, I am writing a post about body insecurities. What can I say? I am a teenager and a girl, hence the body issues. Not that every teenage girl has a body issues problem. It is just that the internet has too many body issue articles floating around and body issues happen to be taking up a a huge space in my mind palace, which I would prefer filling up with other interesting stuff like celebrity adoptions and zodiac signs. So lets just get over with it.
The problem is that it is summer and need some more cooler clothes but I hate shopping. More precisely, I am not comfortable with my own body. I've been called a fatty too many times to truly love my own body. But the situation is better today than it was a a year or two ago. Atleast I don't cry in changing rooms anymore(or maybe I still do). It began one fine morning in my 3rd standard. The education boards maybe taking bold steps to make the education system child friendly, but it is doing nothing to stop the humiliation of having your weight and height marked in your report card. Who is the sadist who thought that this was a good idea? Anyway, so our whole class was taken to get there weight and height measured. Then it was not a big deal, little did I know that this would become equivalent to hell. After the weight were taken and noted down, I asked my best-friend ,Ravleen, about her weight. She said, "25 kgs". I was 30 kgs. I asked some of my other friends, they were in the 20 to 25 range. It was then that I became an official fatty.
Fast forward a few years, dumb little boys and insecure little girls(me included) always pointed out my "extra"ness. And I would just want to hide in a cave forever. This became worse and it came to the point where I started to hate myself. Then one day I discovered that many other people felt the same way and somehow I felt a little better. Little by little I gathered the broken pieces of my self-esteem and started liking myself. What if my stomach is big, I have pretty eyes.... What if I am a bit jiggly, I have straight teeth..... The mere liking became a little more, not yet love, but not downright hate either. And then I came to college. I met lovely people who loved themselves despite there shortcomings and I decided to love myself too. I am still working on it but I am at a better place today. So maybe I will go shopping and not hate the reflection instead hate the stupid bright lights. Do you have body issues? What are you doing to come in terms with it? See ya'll, bye!
i hav d same issues but i dont really mind them����
ReplyDeleteThat is good. Keep it that way
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