When someone outside of our brains, outside of the people who have close personal relationships with us recognises us with ease, it bursts the complacent BDD bubble. It is a jarring back to reality that our bodies and faces don’t morph and change regularly, that we do look a certain way all the time. And there is a twinge of fear at the back of our minds because we don’t know what that certain look is. We don’t know what we look like, but this person does, and we will never know what they see, what strangers see. It is extremely depersonalising to be unable to comprehend how we are perceived by others. How do you recognise me when I can’t recognise myself? And how is it fair that you know my face better than I do?
Looking at me, I don’t think you would assume I ever suffered from an eating disorder. In fact, looking at me and judging me at face value, I would assume you’d think […]
There has been a lot of discussion this week surrounding Khloe Kardashian and her response to the sharing of an unretouched photograph of her body. It has riled up people for a […]
It’s March 2020, the height of the first wave of this pandemic in the UK, and the world is coming to grips with being locked inside for the first time in quite […]
I was never happy with my body. Pressured by society, I always felt the obligation to put myself into a box full of stereotypes on how a woman needs to look. Maybe […]