#bodynegativity

Sometimes I love the fact that I have lost 35kgs.

Sometimes I feel my stretch marks that cover my entire body and they feel like intricate river systems.

And sometimes I feel so utterly disgusted with myself that my body has turned against me.

My sister and I were in Target looking at swimsuits and I wasn’t really looking because I never fit in to the suits there since I’m rather large chested. My sister (Who just turned 13) picked up a 2 piece, frowned, and put it back. I asked her why she put it back and she replied “Oh I’m too fat for a bikini.”

This made me stop dead in my tracks because my sister isn’t fat by any meaning of the word. She is tall, slim, and has some solid muscle from years of swimming. “Fat” is never a word I would use to describe my sister. Then I started to wonder how on earth she would get it into her head that she’s fat and it hit me: I was the reason.

I don’t call her fat nor do I even allude to the idea because A) she isn’t and B) I would never do that to anybody. I realized that she had been hearing me call myself fat, ugly, and a plethora of other awful things over the years and started to do that to herself. This is not okay. No 13 year old girl should say those things thinking that they are true, or that they should say them because thats what other girls do.