"That cake is evil!"
I found myself saying that recently. And then I came to and realized that I had allowed myself to be hypnotized by my old beliefs. I grew up with slogans like "A moment on the lips, forever on the hips," and "You can never be too rich or too thin." My mother was perpetually on a diet, and, meaning to show her love, persuaded me that parts of my body were less than perfect, too. (And mainstream culture - I just accidently typed "meanstream." Hmmm - only reinforced what she said.) And so the soundtrack playing in my head became full of things like "hips too wide," "butt too big," "arms too flabby," and, the piece de resistance, "too fat to be loved."
I believe that what we tell ourselves on a daily basis becomes our reality. The truth of the comments is irrelevant.
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