"It is purely meaningless to paint a picture if there is no meaning behind it -- all of it meaningless"
A person who is stigmatized possesses a weight that leads to a devalued social identity, and is often ascribed stereotypes or other labels denoting a perceived deviance which can lead to prejudice and discrimination. Common, “weight-based”, stereotypes are that obese persons are lazy, lack self-discipline, and have poor willpower, but also possess defects of intelligence and character. Common weight-based stereotypes of non-obese persons are that non-obese persons are unattractive, anorexic, unhealthy, diet and/or exercise excessively. There is no experimental or scientific evidence to indicate that these stereotypes are true, although pervasive social portrayals of obesity create and reinforce biased attitudes.
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"I am no longer stocky. I am no longer thin. I am Kathleen who is beautiful because she is healthy and alive. And that is what I see in others: all forms are perfectly beautiful because they are alive."-Kathleen
Real stories/testimonies of weight stigma
in the lives of young girls.
I put myself in denial for so long, that I had a problem with my eating. Oh I didn't have a problem, I'm just eating "healthier", until the day when you realize...it's overcome you, it's taken over you, it is there in your mind all the time, when you weigh yourself each morning, when your two opitions are: escape it, or live with it forever. I didn't know how to help myself, my family didn't know how to help me, when confronted over and over again, I denied it. I isolated myself from my friends & from everyone I loved for a very long time, I starved my body, I drink way too much water, I would exercise far more than I should have each everyday, that smile I had my freshman year of high school faded, so did my ability to laugh at anything, my ability to love life, by the time sophomore year ended I had lost over 40 pounds from anorexia nervousa.THIS IS MY LIVING TESTIMONY.I was 15 years old when my eating disorder started. As I take a deep breathe, as tears weld in my eyes & in my soul, as the pain that I have come to overcome frees me, as I am ready to share what I have held inside for far too longer long. Here I go, here is my personal story that I hope will help you understand a lot about me, maybe clear up linger questions you may have had. This is a personal story, and experience that has only been kept between my family until now. For those of you who went to high school with me, this may or (more than likely may not) be a shock to you but it something I have held within me for far too long, an experience that can help you, as well as others. This is an issue that has only been kept between my family. This is not a story of sorrow, but one of strength & discovery. The spring of my sophmore year of high school I developed an eating disorder. (I apologize ahead of time for all the 'I rememeber's, there's just no other way to write this) That year of high school, from spring & on, well I don't really recall too much. I remember the starvation, the drinking lots of water, I remember being in the art room a lot, I remember being cold, I remember feeling so tired all the time, I remember thinking I had it under control, that oh I could just stop when ever I wanted to, I remember almost blacking out in a few classes, I remember going to bed and waking up in the morning so physically hungry. I remember that summer. I remember more starvation. I remember hours of exercise. I remember my mom crying. I remember denying help. I remember my youth leader asking me if I felt okay. I remember a size 10 being too big. I remember how much hair fell out in the show. I remember how much hair I lost each time I brushed my hair. I remember not eating my 16th birthday cake. I remember the start of my junior year. I remember my friend Heather asking me if a god worried voice how I lost so much weight, I remember...I wasn't alive on the inside. I remember the day when I started binging. I remember throwing up, I remember more water. I remember realizing, I couldn't stop. I suffered from an eating disorder. My sophomore year of high school, my mother who also battled an eating disorder in high school (and whom I have come to forgive) made a comment to me that set me down a long path of a personal hell I faced for so long and one that I have come to far to overcome. To this day, it is still a day to day battle. But if I, and my personal story, although so choppy can help someone who may be battling this same exact battle right now, be it an innocent high school girl, a woman who just wanted to drop 5 lbs, a body who feels to 'fat' amongst his peers, anyone who may be battling this unnessary battle. Take up arms, don't be afraid to ask, if someone you suspect is suffering from an eating disorder, take charge. Spread love ♥I have been forgiven of my past fears & failures, and God...He has given me a new life ♥
Time to raise those white flags,
weight stigma and eating disorders are coming to an end ♥