Bad body image day. I'm guessing I'll get a visit from the crimson tide tomorrow.
From the front, I seriously look ginormous.
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the little l's at the sides are the outer edges of my Olive Oyl arms.
But I realized the other day that from the side, I look much much smaller
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The three l's are supposed to be my back and Olive Oyl arms.
So the impact of my front-view is, in great part, due to the fact that the breasts mostly obscure my practically non-existent upper arms.
Not that G is not ginormous, it is. But G in combination with upper arms that have the same circumference as a soda can is...an odd pairing indeed.
Add in some narrowish shoulders and it's no wonder that I have a hard time buying clothes.
When I look at my front-view in the mirror I don't see a body, I see a collection of parts. It's like looking at branches, leaves, trunk and never seeing a tree.
When I look at myself in profile, I see myself as a whole. I am not a collage, I am a sculpture, made from one marble slab.
I'm 39. How old do I have to be to feel at peace with my body?
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