burning
I have this clinical instructress who often criticizes me about my body size. She does that every time I come to her for my return demonstration.
At first, I was taking it just fine, but as time passes by, it created a big stir on me.
I don’t know why she picks on me, what her motives are or it’s just “her”.
Alright, I am aware that i do not have that whistle bait figure, i do not have that supermodel type of body, but hey, I do not ask my food from her and I do not owe her anything, she isn’t even that efficient as a teacher.
I just dislike the way she puts a stress on my body, as it appears like she is so absofuckinglutely beautiful.
I dislike her messiahnic complex and the last time she did that thing to me, I gave her a stern and sharp look.
I do not exactly know what I did to her; I do not even feel that she has something against on me. If that is her “way” of joking, well, it doesn’t sell on me.
Nobody has ever done that thing on me as all of those whom I have met are professionals in their own rights. We even aren’t very good friends and even my closest buds do not pick on me the way she does.
I just hope she knows what it feels and I hope she practice what she preach.
They’d often tell the class to never be judgmental and consider the person’s history.
If she would have been more empathizing and decisive, she would have first asked what I went through.
I just wonder what if she finds out that I am battling with bulimia nervosa and her way of treating me triggers me to returning to that dilemma again?
Nevertheless, my 190- 5’7 built doesn’t hinder me from capturing my dreams; and although I am a work in progress, I do not see it as a hindrance. And for all I care, I have a love life, I have a sex life and I have a beautiful child.

Friday, August 31, 2007