I often wonder if it’s possible to be a woman in our culture and not have some degree of body image issues.
I certainly have quite a history of them. Well, “history of” may not be the most accurate way to phrase that because I still deal with these issues today. The most glaring of which is my body dysmorphia, which makes it impossible to perceive my body accurately.
When I’m going through a particularly bad spell, attempting to see myself feels like walking through a fun house of mirrors: everything is exaggerated and inaccurate. I’ll look different to myself at any given moment.