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Here's my situation. I have two friends who are very nice. Not besties (that space is reserved) but friends I see often. They're both chunky monkeys, like yours truly and present company. They're both fully aware of how I feel about my big body, as I have point-blank said to them before and more than once "I like how I look. Having a belly and an ass doesn't bother me at all. I dig my curves."
Unfortunately, both of these girls don't feel as good about themselves. They're very cute, very keen, very fun... but very down on their own appearances. Big bummer, but I have to respect their opinions of themselves. I have offered reassurance and told them about Dims and other size-acceptance information. One showed some interest, but never "got in to it". The other wasn't interested at all, so I didn't bring it up any more. I still let them occasionally know how great I think they are, because that's how I truly feel.
Here's the kicker, they both REFUSE to accept that I am cool with MY body. They both have made comments based on the assumption that I hate my fluff as much as they hate theirs. It's really annoying, like someone insisting you don't like the beach when you've plainly stated that you really fuckin adore the beach!
How to deal? I don't want to keep reminding them, but I also REFUSE to go along with them when they say shit like "I was shopping for a swimsuit the other day. You know how that is, right? It sucks so bad. Everything I tried on was awful. Looking in the mirror just killed me. I finally found a black one that hides my thighs and I got a matching cover up, too. Ugh. You know what that's like, I'm sure! (laugh laugh)"
I have had days where my eyebrows are scraggly, I have a pimple, my roots are growing out and I think... bleh, Buffie needs a tune-up. But I don't ever run away from the mirror screaming in horror.
Anyway, both of them completely act like they have no recollection of any of the few times I've said I don't hate my body; or else they have no respect whatsoever for my opinion of myself. I'm not sure. I'd just like them both to either avoid the topic of self-image altogether; or at least humor me when it comes to the fact that we disagree with each other on our opinions of our own bodies.
What would you do?
Here's my situation. I have two friends who are very nice. Not besties (that space is reserved) but friends I see often. They're both chunky monkeys, like yours truly and present company. They're both fully aware of how I feel about my big body, as I have point-blank said to them before and more than once "I like how I look. Having a belly and an ass doesn't bother me at all. I dig my curves."
Unfortunately, both of these girls don't feel as good about themselves. They're very cute, very keen, very fun... but very down on their own appearances. Big bummer, but I have to respect their opinions of themselves. I have offered reassurance and told them about Dims and other size-acceptance information. One showed some interest, but never "got in to it". The other wasn't interested at all, so I didn't bring it up any more. I still let them occasionally know how great I think they are, because that's how I truly feel.
Here's the kicker, they both REFUSE to accept that I am cool with MY body. They both have made comments based on the assumption that I hate my fluff as much as they hate theirs. It's really annoying, like someone insisting you don't like the beach when you've plainly stated that you really fuckin adore the beach!
How to deal? I don't want to keep reminding them, but I also REFUSE to go along with them when they say shit like "I was shopping for a swimsuit the other day. You know how that is, right? It sucks so bad. Everything I tried on was awful. Looking in the mirror just killed me. I finally found a black one that hides my thighs and I got a matching cover up, too. Ugh. You know what that's like, I'm sure! (laugh laugh)"
I have had days where my eyebrows are scraggly, I have a pimple, my roots are growing out and I think... bleh, Buffie needs a tune-up. But I don't ever run away from the mirror screaming in horror.
Anyway, both of them completely act like they have no recollection of any of the few times I've said I don't hate my body; or else they have no respect whatsoever for my opinion of myself. I'm not sure. I'd just like them both to either avoid the topic of self-image altogether; or at least humor me when it comes to the fact that we disagree with each other on our opinions of our own bodies.
What would you do?
