I was the fat kid with buck teeth.
I got “fatty, fatty” and “bucky beaver” all those nice things. No hope for self-esteem there. I still have a hard time looking in a mirror. Body image is marketing on the most intimate level – it’s the way we put ourselves “out there” to the world.
Because of the shame associated with my childhood, I became a woman who loved too much, a fixer or doer, always striving to be just right or perfect. If I am perfect, everyone has to love you right?
I was given a book “Women Who Love Too Much” - an eye opening read. The opening statement reads: “when being in love means being in pain we are loving too much.” This was me.
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