A Fat Ars Tale

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The magic of mirror images, Lake Bohinj.

When I was a child, my mother never bought me a Barbie doll. Still there have been more than enough images along the way that made me think I was fat.

The thought got intensified when doctors told me to lose weight. I wasn’t really fat, only swollen from tranquilizers I was taking.

I kept looking at the fatness of my bottom in mirrors for years and I always found myself fat. The subconscious, full of photoshoped images of models, would not accept the fact that in mirrors objects appear larger.

I had a ‘panic attack’ every time they would not keep larger sizes of clothes in stores. The subconscious, full of photoshoped images of models, would not accept the fact that they cannot always afford to keep all sizes.

I still can suffer from a mild ‘panic attack’, if I cannot find anything to cover my gigantic ars, but more and more often I just get a good laugh. You see, the subconscious mind can be reprogrammed. I avoid the photoshoped images of models and little by little things are beginning to change.

Last but not least, I like my fat ars and I am going to keep wearing it!

Take care,
Helena Smole, author of Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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