Monster deep post

Ok, you'll probably have noticed the bar at the top of these Blogger blogs with a button (Next Blog) that lets you look at other random people's blogs. Well tonight I was bored and pressed it a couple of times, and found the blog of an American girl whose whole blog was about her eating disorders. She described how her friends and parents had noticed there was something very wrong with her eating habits, and how she did everything possible to hide it from them. Her parents took her to the doctor but she even said she'd wear heavy weights in her bra to stop the doctor noticing any weight loss. It was really sad. She can't help herself because she's so deeply affected by her anorexia and bulimia, they've become her "friends" if you know what I mean. I don't know an awful lot about eating disorders, but I did feel the need to comment and remind her she's not alone and other people have gotten over eating disorders so there's hope, but I obviously couldn't do much else to help, as I'm hopelessly underqualified to comment any further! I don't know whether incidences of eating disorders have risen since the media's idea of a "beautiful" woman (or man) have been shoved in our faces for most of every day, but I suspect this to be the case. It's so damn annoying! I think everyone has, at some point, believed they were hideously ugly and fat, usually during teenage years I suppose. I used to think I was ugly, and often still do. Not just average-looking. I mean really, really ugly. Luckily my views are changing slightly for the better (about time too, I'm getting old!). I remember probably about three or four years ago, I was having a late-night chat with my mum about the whole confidence issue and I ended up crying - no surprises there, then! - because it just hit me how ugly I felt, I had more acne than I have now and I hated my nose and my pasty skin and well, just about everything. It was the first time I'd talked to my mum about it properly, and I made her cry - she kept telling me I wasn't ugly, I was the opposite of ugly, I was beautiful and she couldn't understand why me and my brother had such low self-confidence and she thought she was a bad parent because of it. Of course, I didn't (and still don't) believe I was beautiful (she's my mother, she's bound to think that) but for some reason this time it made me think maybe I'm not unbelieveably ugly, but just the same as your average woman. That maybe I was at least acceptable. Strange really, one conversation did so much for my confidence! I read magazines that claim to have plus-size models, but they just pick a couple of size 12 girls and then next issue go back to size 6 models. Waaaah! Just look at the size of the women in the new Dove campaign, it's ridiculous, they're not fat at all! And there's not a lot we can do about it. Well not a lot I can think of at this time of morning anyway. A rare deep and meaningful post, eh? I won't make it a regular occurrence, promise. Hehehe. No, jolly posts in the future about bunnies and squirrels and things.