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As an 18 year old living in the L.A area of California in the United States surrounded by Hollywood and the media, I feel like I'm the only one here that is terrified with what society is doing to our health. I keep looking at magazines and all I see are photoshoped images, emphasis on being skinny, you have to have the best clothes and accessories to be happy, and you need to know how to make a man happy in order to find love.
And for those who don't know me as well, I'm 5'1 and 149 pounds. I'm considered obese for my height. Every time I go to the doctor, I get this look from the nurses when they weigh me. This has been going on for the past few years now. Back when I was 14, I had wrecked my knee ballroom dancing and had to have surgery. I was always very petite and less that 120 pounds. After my surgery, I gained weight fast. I became overweight and unhealthy to where I was showing signs of having diabetes.
Because my mom hates cooking and doesn't know how to do anything but nag, I never realized how bad things were until I had a diabetes scare last year. I quit french fries and soda and tried to change my eating habits around. I turned to running, got back into ballroom dancing and began to run marathons. I go to the gym almost every night and finally have trimmed down. Not because of my mom. Not because of society. But because I wanted to be healthy. And yet, my weight kept growing. This earned me a bunch of BS from my mom and the doctors office.
This made me realize...society is really fucked up. Here are people judging my health based on a chart telling them what I SHOULD weigh for my height. Here are people telling me I can't be healthy unless I'm a certain weight. This pisses me off. I'm probably in the best shape of my life. I have muscles, can fit back into a sports bra, and finally am happy enough to wear a two piece bathing suit. I have confidence in how I look and now I'm being told I shouldn't be confident or happy.
No wonder people have eating disorders. No wonder people are so unhappy with the way they are. It's because we're surrounded by the idea of "being thin is beautiful." That shouldn't be the case. At all. And I hope this sorts itself out by the time I'm a mom. I don't want my kids suffering in this kind of environment. I don't want anyone to. Being healthy shouldn't have a number. If you love how you look and feel good, nothing else should matter. And people think I'm weird for thinking this. I feel like I'm in a George Orwell book and it's scaring me.
-N-
P.S You are all beautiful and I love you. And don't tell me otherwise.
And for those who don't know me as well, I'm 5'1 and 149 pounds. I'm considered obese for my height. Every time I go to the doctor, I get this look from the nurses when they weigh me. This has been going on for the past few years now. Back when I was 14, I had wrecked my knee ballroom dancing and had to have surgery. I was always very petite and less that 120 pounds. After my surgery, I gained weight fast. I became overweight and unhealthy to where I was showing signs of having diabetes.
Because my mom hates cooking and doesn't know how to do anything but nag, I never realized how bad things were until I had a diabetes scare last year. I quit french fries and soda and tried to change my eating habits around. I turned to running, got back into ballroom dancing and began to run marathons. I go to the gym almost every night and finally have trimmed down. Not because of my mom. Not because of society. But because I wanted to be healthy. And yet, my weight kept growing. This earned me a bunch of BS from my mom and the doctors office.
This made me realize...society is really fucked up. Here are people judging my health based on a chart telling them what I SHOULD weigh for my height. Here are people telling me I can't be healthy unless I'm a certain weight. This pisses me off. I'm probably in the best shape of my life. I have muscles, can fit back into a sports bra, and finally am happy enough to wear a two piece bathing suit. I have confidence in how I look and now I'm being told I shouldn't be confident or happy.
No wonder people have eating disorders. No wonder people are so unhappy with the way they are. It's because we're surrounded by the idea of "being thin is beautiful." That shouldn't be the case. At all. And I hope this sorts itself out by the time I'm a mom. I don't want my kids suffering in this kind of environment. I don't want anyone to. Being healthy shouldn't have a number. If you love how you look and feel good, nothing else should matter. And people think I'm weird for thinking this. I feel like I'm in a George Orwell book and it's scaring me.
-N-
P.S You are all beautiful and I love you. And don't tell me otherwise.
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Ugh. I know what you're talking about for sure, but I fear that it's going to get much worse before (if) it gets better. I really hope I can eventually gain the confidence you have.