I would have to say I really don't like myself at all. I would also say because I don't like myself it hasn't always made me a very nice person. In the past I have often pushed and pushed until boyfriends left me because I wanted to test they wouldn't leave.. and of course they always did. I have done plenty of things that I am not proud of because I either wanted to prove I was good enough, or to prove to myself that I was worth knowing.
I would love to wake up one day and look at myself and say "Yes actually you are okay"
When I was growing up, my dad called me ugly, fat and stupid all the time. He rarely worked and would often say the the reason he didnt think he had to was because his family were useless filth and he didn't see why he should work to feed our ugly faces. His insults were often vulgar and humilating. I know he is the reason I am how I am and also the reason my younger brother is Bulimic. I've had mental illness problems for years (and I'm only 24) At the end of the day I don't want sympathy but I think for many people there will be similar stories to tell. People aren't born hating themselves, its a learned pattern I think. Tell a person from day one they are beautiful and worthy, and they grow up to believe it and embrace who they are. If I ever had children I would like to think that I would be able to fill them with some sense of self worth and well being.
My overeating is certainly just a side effect of my emotional hunger. I certainly know that I don't need to eat twice the amount I should. I find dieting so hard because when I take away the food I feel bereft. Theres definitely an emptiness there without it. I do hope no one will laugh at my account because it is me being honest anyway ^^
I would love to wake up one day and look at myself and say "Yes actually you are okay"
When I was growing up, my dad called me ugly, fat and stupid all the time. He rarely worked and would often say the the reason he didnt think he had to was because his family were useless filth and he didn't see why he should work to feed our ugly faces. His insults were often vulgar and humilating. I know he is the reason I am how I am and also the reason my younger brother is Bulimic. I've had mental illness problems for years (and I'm only 24) At the end of the day I don't want sympathy but I think for many people there will be similar stories to tell. People aren't born hating themselves, its a learned pattern I think. Tell a person from day one they are beautiful and worthy, and they grow up to believe it and embrace who they are. If I ever had children I would like to think that I would be able to fill them with some sense of self worth and well being.
My overeating is certainly just a side effect of my emotional hunger. I certainly know that I don't need to eat twice the amount I should. I find dieting so hard because when I take away the food I feel bereft. Theres definitely an emptiness there without it. I do hope no one will laugh at my account because it is me being honest anyway ^^