"Are you pregnant," she succinctly asked. To her, this question was a mere routine. To me, however, the question still pulled me back to some of my most taunting nightmares. "F-A-T you are fatter than a pregnant lady," a voice screamed in my head with a menacing tone. I was a fool for thinking that as a female physician, she would be more sensitive towards a girl like me-- a girl in her late pre-teens who was brought to doctors after doctors because she apparently has …show more content…
On that particular day, the museum was showcasing sculptures of various Greek gods and goddesses. I stopped at the one named "Aphrodite". According to the description, Aphrodite is the goddesses of beauty and love. Surprisingly, she had a "fat" figure compare to me, but all the guests in the museum approved of her beauty and shoved to take photos of the sculpture. A young man beside me even commented on how Aphrodite was much more beautiful than the female models on magazine covers, whose skinny bodies my friends and I admired immensely. Looking at my own body, I finally realized how skinny I was compared to not just Aphrodite, but most girls around me. It struck me that despite all the doctors, psychologists, and long appointments that I had suffered through in a desperate hope that they would "cure" me, I had to be the one who decides when to take the first step forward. Whether it was from my family or the medical professionals, support could be easily found, but I must take charge of my own life by maintaining a nutritious diet and becoming more confident in my body …show more content…
The evening I returned home, I ate my first full meal in two months. Gradually, I learned to shut off the pounding voices in my head and the voices of classmates who still admired models and wished to be "just like them". I was free from my own prison and free from peer influence on the definition of beauty. Health, I decided, is much more