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I want to visit London and Britain. Any locals?
Some people suck, some people win.
I've always been at a perfectly average weight, usually in the lower half of the healthy BMI scale. My parents have always been lovely, nothing ever even remotely near a put down about my looks or weight. I was home-schooled and never had to deal with hurtful classmates, I only ever watched PBS Kids and the only time I spent on the internet was playing Runescape. I was a huge tomboy and would rather play tag than touch a Barbie. However, our culture of "only one ideal" was prominent enough that it even took it's toll on me. I remember crying in the bathroom because of my fat thighs at ten years-old. How does that happen? I think it's so sad.
I'm not trying to be whiny because I have nothing regarding my life I should be whiny about, what I'm trying to say is that insecurity is not a problem or an epidemic, it's what life is now and it shouldn't be that way.
P.S. I cannot stop singing the first three lings of "Carry On My Wayward Son". Everyone I know is bleeding out their ears.