This is a great way of explaining why I hate body positivity so much (I’m very glad body neutrality is becoming more of a thing). I’m so tired of people telling me to love the broken shell I inhabit, or telling me that it’s beautiful. Fuck that.
That is interesting. I have a friend with body dismorphia. I think there are different kinds of body dismorphia, and in his case, I trully do not think it represents reality. He is muscular, gym kind of physique, but he hates a certain part of it. I love the part that he hates, and I express it often. I wonder if I am doing the wrong thing? Should I be doing something else?