My own mother told me that when I was about 16years old. She was sick with depression at the time and had horrible mood swings. She said alot of nasty things that she didn't really mean because she was sick. Iv forgiven and forgotten most of it.
This one is alot harder to shake because I can see the element of truth in it. It IS harder to feel like you look nice when you are bigger. It IS harder to find nice clothes that are flattering yet fun and flirty for going out. But being bigger doesn't mean you can NEVER look nice. Im quite sure I often look nice.
URgh. I hate HATE how whenever Im having trouble figuring out what to wear - as happens alot this time of year with all the Christmas social gatherings - I hear that evil little comment in my head. I know it isn't true and yet... I can't help thinking if I was slimmer it would be easier to wear something pretty and to feel nice.
I guess the next step is getting off my butt, grabbing my carrot sticks and going to the gym but this story isn't about practical steps to solve my problems. Only comments gushing how amazing and beautiful I am need be left please.