Body Talk

To the people who say that I am skinny and wish to be like me,

1. If you genuinely intend to compliment me, then thank you.

2. But, no, I didn’t starve myself to be like this.

3. I also do not have an eating disorder.

4. Don’t beat yourself up to be skinny. Don’t let media tell you that you should be ashamed of yourself because of your body.

5. Opt to be healthy instead. ALWAYS.

6. Please don’t say I should not exercise because I’m already skinny. Everybody needs to exercise regardless of body type. Not all exercise are meant for losing weight. It boosts grey matter too!

7. You are more than your body type.

 

To the people who say that I am skinny and I should put on some weight,

1. Yes, I know that I am skinny.

2. You are wrong to think that I have starved myself to be like this.

3. I am also aware that I need 3-5 kilos to step out of the underweight scale.

4. Making subtle statements that I may have an eating disorder hurts.

5. Again, I have not starved myself nor binge-eat to vomit later to be like this.

6. I’ve lost count on the number of New Year’s resolutions that made me half-satisfied year after year because I didn’t achieve the goals you have all set for me.

7. I have always tried to gain weight. When I choose to exercise, it means that I want to get the benefits of exercise primarily for my heart and mental health. Also, I want you to know that I always want to devour food after all that moving.

8. Please stop making comments about my body type in a way that I should be disgusted with myself.

9. I am sooooo tired trying to please you.

To all,

1. I should stop being a prisoner by always listening to what other people think I should be. I need to love myself. Everyday is a chance to be better.

 

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When 44 Isn’t Just A Number

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When I started this blog, I told myself to bring more optimism to the cyberspace. That meant steering away from rants and dysphoric and somber posts. However, the news about the Fallen 44 is not something that I can just shrug off. Exacerbated by today’s gloomy weather, my spirit has been weighed down piece by piece as I continue to scroll and read articles about the incident. Even before this happened, stories about war afflicted me. Every time I hear the war survivors and the families of the bereaved recount their tales, there’s a tremulous motion in my insides that either make my jaw drop or other parts of my body shudder. The violence and suffering are real. I couldn’t even bring myself to finish reading “The Diary of a Young Girl” by Anne Frank because of the way the events slowly throw a cold water on one’s youth. How many lives must be lost from difference of beliefs, clash of interest, and thirst for power? We are in an era in which we are proud of scientific and technological breakthroughs. I hope we can say the same in the pursuit for peace.