We Need To Do Something About Society’s Fat-Shaming Problem

Thought Catalog

I don’t know what it’s like to be a fat girl. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been hungry. I’m the product of a rocket-fueled metabolism that kicked in when I was thirteen, shredding my baby fat and making it next to impossible to put on weight. My body naturally drops as many pounds as it can, which is both a form of privilege and a source of frustration. I’ve dealt with disordered eating habits most of my life — a feeling that I didn’t deserve food and wasn’t good enough to eat — and it made me unhealthily skinny.

I used to fluctuate between eating all the time to stay full and punishing myself to stay empty, and in old photos, I look tired and pained, as if I’m fighting something without knowing what exactly. During this time, I never told my family about my food issues…

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About squishymaru

Master's student in chemical engineering with a B.S. in chemical engineering as well. Loves chemistry, math, increasing diversity in STEM, politics, and public health advocacy. Loves reading, writing, and being active -- mentally and physically.

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