Glass Shards
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Me vs. My Body. Content Warning.
I became unbearably insecure as a child due to my peers and family’s constant comments on my weight and looks. As simple as it is, it managed to carry on with me all this time, even though I have been trying to overcome it for an immeasurable amount of time, half successfully. I never had the ideal weight or body type, thus I became the butt of the joke for many people in my life. An odd sense of melancholy beats in my heart for my younger self as I’m remembering what that small child had to worry about at such a young age. The bullying never was extreme, however it definitely made my younger self reevaluate my worth as a human being. The idea that if I lost weight, I would be accepted by everyone and all of my problems would be gone sparked in my mess of a brain like a lightbulb and suddenly weight loss became my top priority for many years to come. However, The effort was not there and I continued to severely struggle until I was about 13 years old. My mother put me on diets, gave me ‘pretty pills’ and my entire family excitedly commented on what I ate and how I look. Despite their outspoken opinions, they encouraged my binge eating and continued to provide me with food which I should not have been consuming based on their ideals. I was confused by these contradicting actions and never understood why they, specifically my mother, cared as much as they seemingly did. That was until one morning, my grandmother brought me my usual calorie-packed greasy breakfast. My mother snapped and—if my mind recollects correctly—she shouted at me, blaming me for eating the breakfast I was given. I then finally understood why she was doing this in the first place. She was embarrassed of me and this was not just an assumption manifested by my self-conscious self. I could hear her voice loud and clear as the pieces were finally put together. Her self-projecting, however, clicked later which brings me the simple feeling of sadness, but the shame I felt during that encounter still sits in my memory clear as a summer spring.
By Glass Shards3 months ago in Psyche
Don’t idolize strangers on the internet
For as long as I can remember, my life has been closely entwined with the internet. I would even dare to say that it’s raised me in a way. As daft as it may seem, a huge part of who I am as a person was curated by the wonders and evils of this endless concept of a world and I feel its effects every single day, just like almost any person nowadays. Even my identity as an amateur writer was germinated from a content creator, a streamer on Twitch, and his passion for songwriting, creating stories and characters. This man on the internet inspired me to indulge myself in the infinite possibilities which word-craft offers, influenced my admiration of musicals and showed me many video games which I consider to have some of the greatest plots ever written. His name is Wilbur Soot and as of right now, I feel ashamed of even mentioning his name and spreading his platform further. Despite this, I want to share my story of disappointment in regards to my idol turning out to be a truly despicable person with seemingly no remorse for his actions.
By Glass Shards4 months ago in Humans
The two interior designers. Top Story - February 2024.
I was around six years old when I realized I was queer. I haven’t entirely grasped the concept yet, but I knew I was different in some way. That terrified me. I can remember, clear as day, my lamentations about whether I can hide it or fix it somehow. The guilt was suffocating, my little heart racing with anxiety and paranoia because I was mortified over the prospect of anyone finding out. I was stuck and isolated with no one to confide in. I’m sure you’ve heard this exact story a million times before and I’m not here just to garner sympathy with it. What I want to talk about is a turning point in my process of growing up and it all started with two interior designers we hired to refurnish our apartment.
By Glass Shards4 months ago in Pride