I keep my mind on my body and my body on my mind

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i>ripped abs and wasp waists and chiseled jaws and thigh gaps. So when they turn to look at me, I can only assume it is in disgust.I visibly wince when someone stares at me too long. I Google the calorie contents of everything that touches my mouth. I turn down my mum’s delicious chicken fried rice. I eat salads instead of burgers and fries.The truth, though, I realise, is that most of us go home thinking we’re not enough. The skinny girls think their chests aren’t busty enough, and their butts aren’t bubbly enough. They think they have chicken legs

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and skeletal arms.And this is when I remember that the most perfect seeming girls are also riddled with self-doubt. Only on those days do I let myself devour a huge scoop of ice cream, a large cheese pizza, and even a second slice of cake. I let myself feel content.But then I accidentally stumble upon some Bella Hadid “thinspo” on Tumblr, and my whole world comes crashing down.My mum often notices and says, "Remember, baby, you are not your body, you just live in it.” But how do I tell her that it’s not my body but, in fact, my head that I live inside?</article></body>

I keep my mind on my body and my body on my mind…

I like my body most days. But every once in a while, when I look in the mirror, I can’t help but cringe. I look at the skinny girls donning low waisted jeans, and my heart sinks.

They don’t have flabby arms and stubborn love handles. They have ripped abs and wasp waists and chiseled jaws and thigh gaps. So when they turn to look at me, I can only assume it is in disgust.

I visibly wince when someone stares at me too long. I Google the calorie contents of everything that touches my mouth. I turn down my mum’s delicious chicken fried rice. I eat salads instead of burgers and fries.

The truth, though, I realise, is that most of us go home thinking we’re not enough. The skinny girls think their chests aren’t busty enough, and their butts aren’t bubbly enough. They think they have chicken legs and skeletal arms.

And this is when I remember that the most perfect seeming girls are also riddled with self-doubt. Only on those days do I let myself devour a huge scoop of ice cream, a large cheese pizza, and even a second slice of cake. I let myself feel content.

But then I accidentally stumble upon some Bella Hadid “thinspo” on Tumblr, and my whole world comes crashing down.

My mum often notices and says, "Remember, baby, you are not your body, you just live in it.” But how do I tell her that it’s not my body but, in fact, my head that I live inside?