Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have always had "body issues," and it doesn't matter what weight I was at, it was never good enough. In high school I used to binge eat and then go running for miles. After one of my binge days where I ate a bunch of crap, I "fasted." I believe that's called starving yourself, but I called it "fasting" for legitimacy. (Religion gone wrong.) I've made loads of artwork about body image, written papers, visited with dieticians, blamed it on my mom, dad, bad genes, and most recently made films about it. Knowing that this "body obsession" takes up way too much of my time and keeps me from enjoying life, I've tried to shift my thinking and focus on the positive aspects of myself: how strong and robust I am (not husky, burly, or chunky.) How I can ride my bike, swim, and run. I have 10 toes. All my teeth are intact. And I'm good at making things, unlike Barbie dolls: really pretty, but can't do ANYTHING.
I bring this all up right now because it's stupid to let one "fat picture" ruin your day, ok? We are all so beautiful and speaking from my own experience, it is much better to not have an eating disorder than to have one and be an Olsen twin.
"listen to me, it's true!!!"