While contemplating my dysfunctional relationship with food, I often realize that I exaggerate. I also realize that my concerning need to find me forever on a gluten free high protein diet has super distorted the perspective that I bear on my body image and food in general.
This problem is more entrenched than I thought prima facie. Obviously, I do perceive that my body image is dangerously straying from normal and it is an anguish shared by a majority of women; I am unable to conceive a normal relation with food because I tend to link food itself to weight or body image. And I do acknowledge that the actual shape of a woman’s body veers from this aesthetic ideal we are conditioned to see on display everywhere.
That we are expected to conform to this unrealistic goal of perfect aesthetics is exhausting. It brings on a lack of image of oneself and a lack of confidence; naturally, the ramifications are sad to say the least. Individuals should be constructed not destroyed and devalued.