I spent a huge amount of my growing up years afraid of my weight. I spent days cowering in corners because I was afraid that if I came out of them people would judge me and hate me because of how I looked. I was so wrong, and I eventually came to the conclusion that life is so much nicer when I’m content and I like myself the way I am. So I practice that. Yeah, sometimes I cry because I don’t look how I want to, but every day I tell myself that I am beautiful, sexy, and attractive the way I am
There’s usually two ways in which mental illness and abuse go together. Either the mentally ill person takes out their illness on others in an abusive way, or the people around them abuse them because of their mental illness. These things often get combined into messy, unhealthy family relationships, so I want to hopefully explain some of the ways in which and reasons why people behave in an abusive way, so that forgiveness and healing can occur.