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One of the deepest wounds I carry from high school came from my own teacher. Instead of making me feel safe, she made me feel ashamed of my body. She would laugh at my weight, call me "fat," and compare me to my siblings as if I wasn't good enough. My classmates would laugh along with her, and I was left feeling humiliated, powerless, and alone. The person who was supposed to encourage me became the reason I dreaded going to school. Her words stayed with me long after high school ended, making me question my worth and believe that I had to change my body to be accepted. There was a time when I saw a weight-loss coffee trending on social media and I was so desperate to lose weight that I bought it. I would drink it instead of eating, and some days, the only thing I had was one boiled egg. I was willing to starve myself because I believed being thinner would finally make me enough. Even now, those experiences still affect me. They left scars that no one can see, and the memories continue to haunt me. I still struggle with the hurt caused by the laughter, the comparisons, and the belief that my value depended on the size of my body…
2026-07-02 09:32:42