With the New Year looming, Bryony vows to remain content with her body and diet, despite what others say
Food, food, glorious food there’s nothing quite like it for changing your mood. In all my experiences of drugs – and I’m not proud to say there have been many – nothing has ever quite matched food when it comes to the power it holds over me, the ability it has to swing me from happy to sad and vice versa with just one bite. Not even with one bite.
Sometimes, when I’m very, very low and depressed, I only have to glimpse a burger or a sweet treat to find myself plunged into an existential crisis about whether or not to eat it, as if it were cyanide, and not cake. This might seem extreme, but I think it’s more common than people let on, so engrained in us is diet culture, so indoctrinated are we to believe that our worth is found in our weight.
三级成人视频I have done a lot of work on myself to try and bust through this awful patriarchal throwback that still haunts women even now, as we enter the third decade of the 21st century. I do not believe that thin is good and should be celebrated, while fat is bad and should be punished. Instead, I remind myself that people are people whatever their shape or size, that food is there to give us life and be enjoyed. And this works, most of the year. I don’t think too much about what I eat; I exercise regularly; I remember that I’m fabulous whether I’m a size 8 or a size 18.
But at Christmas and New Year, I find it hard. Really hard. Any sense of normality goes out the window. This is a season of excess, followed immediately by a period of extreme restraint, and I don’t think it’s healthy. It sends me a bit doolally. As I reach for the leftover turkey, a small voice is whispering poisonous words into my ear, so that my brain is in an almost permanent state of battle with my stomach. ‘Don’t have that!’ ‘What a pig!’ ‘Haven’t you had enough?!’
I三级成人视频s it not possible to simply enjoy this season of goodwill without punishing ourselves for it? Can I not, for ONE WEEK OF THE YEAR, have seconds, and thirds, without feeling that I must immediately go on a diet for four weeks? Could January actually be a pleasant month, if you removed from it all the miserable resolutions to become a better person by starving yourself? Depriving myself of food certainly doesn’t make me a better person – just a crankier, hangrier one.
Everywhere I look, I’m being promised the chance of a new year and a new me, as if the current one isn’t quite good enough. As if me, but 10lb lighter, will suddenly skip through life, and nothing bad will ever happen, because I’m thin and I no longer occasionally binge on ice cream after a rubbish day. I’m so sick of the flagellation attached to food at this time of the year, the way people are made to feel guilty for overdoing it a bit for a couple of days. Life is not a series of extremes to yo-yo madly between – it’s there to be enjoyed, occasional slice of cake and all. Indeed, the best thing you could do for yourself as we approach the new year is accept that you don’t need a new version of you. The old one is perfectly fine, thank you very much.
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