Always something...
Mar. 31st, 2014 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's always with the stupid triggers lately. I'm sick and fucking tired of this. As if that wasn't bad enough, this one came literally just after I'd got done saying that I was exercising so that people would have less reason to make comments on my weight. I want to keep myself healthy. I'm not a stick, but I work hard and I've literally worked my ass into the ground at certain points in my life. My grandmother said again that she wants me to lose weight The irony of this? I'm in a size small pair of sweats right now, and they are not tight on me. I cannot win in this family. I just can't. I don't care what I do, it's never enough. Fuck this shit. I wish I could stop this from affecting me. I'm tired of hurting because of them. And I'm pissed off. I do the best I can, and if they don't like it, tough shit. I'd rather be healthy and alive than a stick-thin corpse, I know she didn't mean it to be hurtful, but it still shattered something in me. I'm not beyond being hurt by this yet, but I can't help it if what seems like a healthier weight to me looks big to them. I'm a shorty, any amount of weight on me seems like too much to them. I don't want to be unhealthy again. The rational part of me gets that. But apparently they want the bitch who refuses to eat back again. Fuck that. That's not me.
Excuse me for all these rants about this lately. Contrary to what it seems when I write about my family, I do love them. I know they mean well. They want me to be healthy and thin so that I have less stress on my body, but in my case, I cannot get to their conception of healthy without turning myself into sour-faced, hungry-ass bitch. I refuse.
I will be healthy. I will not deny myself food. I will not exercise to the point of damaging my body. I'm doing the best I can to survive my life right now and not give in to the part of me that wants to self-destruct, and it's extremely hard right now. I just want to be told I'm good enough the way I am, regardless of my weight. Weight is only a small part of who anyone is, but I never feel good enough for my family. Ever. I feel like defective merchandise someone forgot to return that no one really wants. Like I'm an old doll someone forgot they had in the back of a dark closet, but no one wants me anymore because I don't function the way they wish I would.
I wish sometimes that life had an escape hatch.
Forgive me for blathering on so much, but I don't want to internalize this crap.
If you read this, I appreciate it more than any words could ever say. I apologize for rehashing the same stupid shit over and over. I know it has to get boring after a while.
Anyway, that's enough from me. I hope everyone is well.
Excuse me for all these rants about this lately. Contrary to what it seems when I write about my family, I do love them. I know they mean well. They want me to be healthy and thin so that I have less stress on my body, but in my case, I cannot get to their conception of healthy without turning myself into sour-faced, hungry-ass bitch. I refuse.
I will be healthy. I will not deny myself food. I will not exercise to the point of damaging my body. I'm doing the best I can to survive my life right now and not give in to the part of me that wants to self-destruct, and it's extremely hard right now. I just want to be told I'm good enough the way I am, regardless of my weight. Weight is only a small part of who anyone is, but I never feel good enough for my family. Ever. I feel like defective merchandise someone forgot to return that no one really wants. Like I'm an old doll someone forgot they had in the back of a dark closet, but no one wants me anymore because I don't function the way they wish I would.
I wish sometimes that life had an escape hatch.
Forgive me for blathering on so much, but I don't want to internalize this crap.
If you read this, I appreciate it more than any words could ever say. I apologize for rehashing the same stupid shit over and over. I know it has to get boring after a while.
Anyway, that's enough from me. I hope everyone is well.
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on 2014-04-01 03:24 am (UTC)It's always our family who can push our buttons, isn't it? :(
I'm sorry someone is making you feel this way, hon. I only hope that the ones who are doing this to you realize how badly they are hurting you and that they stop. You deserve so much better. ♥
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on 2014-04-01 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
on 2014-04-01 07:16 am (UTC)You already have the right mindset, which is something that's the hardest to achieve - but you'll never be able to change the world to a point that it stops hurting you. You either have to build a tolerance/resistance to it, or learn to expect it and just roll your eyes up at it or even take it with a healthy amount of humor. Because you can't change them all.
There will always be someone, well-meaning or not at all, who's not going to be complimentary, who's not going to take into the account how much you've already achieved and that you're on a good way to be healthy, and that it fucking doesn't matter to comply with their expectations cause it's a million of them, all with different expectations - and just one of you...
So because you can't change them all, you have to change yourself. The Chinese say it's easier to put slippers on than to cover the entire world with a carpet and you need to put your I'm-happy-with-myself-so-fuck-off slippers on.:) (And smile a lot, people tend to smile back, rather than give negative comments.;))
I'm saying this from a personal experience, not only because I want to come across as a know-it-all, but because I've been through the same shit.
I wish you all the luck in the world and I'm so glad you chose to talk of these things, it just sucks to leave them on the inside and let them fester.:P
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on 2014-04-01 11:08 pm (UTC)I know it's hard to judge standing from your shoes and I hope I didn't come across as some well-meaning idiot trying to get all wise because of "seen that, done that, been there" attitude. Everyone's situation is unique, yours included and I most certainly don't have all the answers (though I tend to persuade everyone that I do, do, do, the asshole, that I am!) ;)
Lots of luck handling that unruly bunch you have for relatives!;) Perhaps you could threaten them to have a candy every time someone comes up with a negative comment about your weight and see how fast they shut up! ;)
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on 2014-04-02 06:31 am (UTC)Enjoy your journey through life, it's all I can say.:)
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on 2014-04-01 06:37 pm (UTC)Your relatives sound like some of mine. Thankfully family is so much better.
Cyn, who figured out so long as I separate the relatives from the family they make me less crazy. Seriously. Family are those friends and such that I choose to keep close. Relatives? Meh... might be related by blood, but doesn't stop me from wanting to drop them in a volcano. :D
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