How I am healing myself after a sexual attack,
Everyone has some sort of eating disorder and body dysmorphia, it’s just the situation of the world today. Since the 80s, I truly believe this has gotten worse with social media; it's everywhere you look, nowhere is safe anymore. Back in the 80s, I watched my mum as she battled with her idea of what a perfect body should look like. I watched as my nan battle and slowly die from her eating disorder. Each woman battling a different side: a different kind of mindset. With my mum, she always thought of herself as overweight, and standing at 4'9'' she was maybe a little curvier than most people back in the 80s, but I used to think she was perfect. Shapely legs, beautiful hips which she used to carry me on, amazing arms to which she would give the most amazing hugs with. To me, she was perfect, and as a child, I never understood why she didn’t love her body. I loved her, shouldn’t she love herself too? Although she never become underweight and I never believed she was overweight, it was where her mindset was at that time. The woman loved her food and she could eat, but she would torture herself with self-loathing and hide her body under baggy clothing.