Still, at the moment, it is difficult to see an end to the ultimately bizarre relationship that so many of us have with food. How strangely messed up is it that lack of proper nutrition is such a serious issue for both people with eating disorders and those who simply don’t have access to food, yet I can never seem to enjoy a beautiful, indulgent and tasty treat without the experience being disfigured by guilt?
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Yes, it’s a sad thought, but I sometimes find comfort in the truth that it's inevitable that almost every single teenage girl out there has hang-ups about her body. One of the slimmest of my friends, for example, maintains the belief that her stomach and thighs are huge. The other day, exasperated, I pointed out to her that the width of her thighs was less than the length of a biro, whilst mine was greater. She flat out refused to accept that her thighs were thinner than the biro, until I wasn’t sure anymore if she was joking and actually has some form of body dysmorphia. I can only think of two people who do seem genuinely pleased with their shapes, and once I started thinking about it, I realised how ridiculous it was that so many of us have come to despise the body which thanklessly keeps us alive. I can see that there are also plenty of adults with similar ideas about their bodies, but I can also see that it seems to become less of an issue when jobs, money, serious relationships and other more important things begin to take up more thought and time.