I wrote a post a couple of days ago that got a lot of positive reactions for being honest about how I feel about my eating habits, and I just wanted to share with you my reasons for frank and open ended honesty in my posts:
Honesty = Respect.
When I was a little girl, probably about 5 I opened a birthday present meant for someone else. My child minder made me go and tell the person who was giving the gift and the intended recipient what I'd done. That was the day I learned that admitting you've done something bad can hurt. A LOT.
I also learned that honesty gets you respect.
In exactly the same way, admitting what I've done to my body throughout my life is also excruitiating to fess up to. But if I ever expect to respect myself and my body, I have to be honest about the abuse I've put it through. I can't do this in my own head, it has to come out written down.
That doesn't mean sitting and dwelling on the past, it just means not sugar coating my experience of obesity and actually telling the truth about why I ate how I did for so long. Note the past tense.
These posts on this forum are serving almost as a diary of my experiences, in the hope that anyone else who feels the same way might find support here. I also want to look back at this when I'm my goal weight and remember why I tried so hard. Blogging about this stuff is probably the second most important part of my journey so far and I'm so thankful for the support I've found here. I promise to always be honest here and hopefully the little respect I have for myself will grow
Deep huh?
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Much better.