Iām just gonna write this here because itās been living rent free in my mind for..*does the math* eight years. Gross eight years, Iām fucking old. Anyway, this happened when I was at the ripe age of 16. That time where your insecurities are at an all time high and everything sucks and youāre pretty sure no one will ever love you.Ā
For some reason, I had gotten this burst of confidence and thought: āhell yeah, I think Iāll wear a bikini for the first time this summerā. I had my own job and ordered this real cute floral one online. I also ordered a shirt I liked and waited with bated breath for my package to arrive. It came in a box, I brought it home, my mom asked āHey, what did you get?āĀ
I wasnāt quite ready for everyone to know about my confidence boost so I just said āA shirtā, to which she replied āThereās no way only a shirt came in that box, youāre lying. Tell me nowā. My my, quite some aggression right of the bat. My fear and anxiety skyrockets and I tell her I got a bathing suit. Well she wants to see itā¦great. So I show it to herā¦she wants me to put it onā¦awesome.Ā
This new found confidence of mine has plummeted within seconds as I put on the suit. Suddenly itās too tight, Iām sucking in my gut, and I put on a pair of shorts to maybe hide my shame.Ā
āIāll wear these shorts with it,ā I tell her. Sheās justā¦staring at me. Thereās clear disgust Iām sure. I can see it in her eyes. Itās taking everything in me not to cry. She tells my sister to hand her the iPad so āI can take pictures so you can see what you look likeā
She makes me turn around, gets all my bad angles. At this point Iām hoping to drop dead soon.Ā
After she finishes clicking away, she hands me the iPad and says āNow go look at yourselfā. I shamefully rush to my room and close the door. I donāt need to look at the pictures because I already know Iām a fat, ugly pathetic mess. So once I stop crying enough to where I can breathe, what else is there to do except cut the emotions away? Cut them out. Bleed them out. Make everything go away with thin lines on my thighs.Ā
Iāve never spoken of this with my mom. Never brought up this event since itās happened. In her mind, sheās justified because I lied to her soā¦this was an apt punishment I guess. Itās something thatās stuck with me for years. How could it not? Itās one of those defining moments you look back on when you realize why your self confidence is so fucked up. Why youāre so critical over yourself. Even now, writing it out, all those emotions are running back and Iām hating myself again.Ā
Just gotta fight it. I need be to nicer to that 16 year old girl. I have to show her the kindness my mother didnāt.Ā
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