I think it’s impossible to live in our culture and not have some sort of dysmorphia. Even the teeny-tiny well-to-do high schoolers I taught had journals full of “if only I were tan” or “I just need to lose five pounds and I’ll be perfect.”
For most of us here, those thoughts had a basis in reality. Even as someone who strives for body positivity, when I looked at myself at under 5’0 and 241 pounds, I clearly had a problem.
The main point of this post is how we can deal with what we see in the mirror versus reality. I have lost a lot of fat in the past 5+ months. However, I don’t always see it. This WOE has helped me tremendously with my disordered eating- no more binging and no thoughts of my previous bulimia. However, it hasn’t let my brain process what I look like. I still very much so see myself as “not good enough” - the imposter syndrome that has been mentioned before. I still feel with every fiber of my body that knowledge that my own family didn’t think I was good enough solely based on my weight and appearance.
I am selling clothes that were tight on me because they’re too big now. My scale weight is the lowest it’s been since middle school. But I don’t see the difference. Sometimes I think I look like hot shit, but mostly I think it’s smoke and mirrors.
Even when I take photos, they either look the same or I think the lighting/angle/clothing is what’s making the difference. Every day I struggle with whether or not I should start counting calories. I haven’t been counting them since October, but I also haven’t seen those big scale victories, which I generally feel like are my only real victories. Any victory I have is felt for a moment and then turns into a “this 98% could be 100%! It should be 100%!”
This isn’t really a call for advice, and yes I have spent time in therapy. This is mostly a commentary on the psychological side of keto and weightloss.