I hate my body. I’m not a 15 year-old girl, I’m a 43 year-old woman with two children and a happy marriage but my husband hasn’t seen me naked ( I make sure the lights are off when we have sex) for 10 years, even though he says I’m beautiful.
I went to buy new bras the other day and found myself crying in the changing room. I am not obese and I exercise. I am just a normal woman with a happy life apart from the way I feel about my breasts and tummy and thighs.
Why does it make me feel so sad? — Self-LoathingFirst of all, just to state the bleeding obvious, never make decisions about yourself in a shop changing room.
They are designed to make us cry – smear test lighting, mirrors at every awkward angle… tiny cells of self-hatred. We are endlessly puzzled as to why retailers don’t make them less punishing.Anyway, sadistic strip-lighting aside, you are not alone.
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