As part of the Binge Eating Disorder Association’s build-up to Weight Stigma Awareness Week, we offer this second post on weight stigma. It’s part of a blog carnival; check it out to find other what other folks have to say about weight stigma. You can also check out our first post on how weight stigma hurts. Here are my thoughts for today’s topic of how weight stigma increases body dissatisfaction.
Body dissatisfaction permeates our culture and psyches. “If only this part wasn’t so….” Or, “If only if I looked like her….”
The focus on our bodies takes us away from the connect with the Self. The Self is that part of us that breathes deeply in the moment, experiences of pleasures of a light wind on our face or the crackly of the fire on a crisp fall night. It is a part of us that is not tuned into the critical voice, the judging and frequently damning assessment of our weight or size.
I was reading a poem the other day which speaks to this issue of weight stigma, body dissatisfaction and self worth.
I am untrained in the teachings of how to love me.
Another wounded soul, I can love so easily.
But the soul that whispers inside me, bones deep
Is too tortured and skeletal, too dusty to sweep.
It cries in the sunshine, it cries in the dark,
I ignore its sounds and reflection, its images too sharp.
I don’t want to know its pain, so I suffocate and strangle.
Once so full of potential, now it can barely dangle.
If I keep you inside me, can you help let me see
What a few others have seen, who have bothered with me?
If I acknowledge you’re real and really alive
Will you uncloak the truth, if I take that dive?
Can you answer my questions, can I trust your word
Will I lie to myself with all I’ve said yet not heard?
When we are dissatisfied with our selves, be it our body, weight or being, we are only half alive. It is through satisfaction and enjoyment that hope is born for the possibility to embrace the moment and the Self.