That’s why it was interesting to find a photo of myself when I was about 16. At the time, I believed that I was the ugliest person I knew, and was disgustingly fat. Not in the sense that I complained to friends, ‘Oh, I’m so fat…’ but in the sense that I just knew it was true. I didn’t dare say it to anyone because obviously they would be forced to agree with me and I would end up feeling worse. I had very little confidence in myself and it definitely impacted on my life. This is what I looked like:
OK, so the fringe isn’t great, but I’m not horrifically ugly. And I’m definitely not fat. I allowed my critical thoughts to become beliefs, and to take over my life. And I’m still doing it.
This needs to stop.