no ... i'm still not able to hold real food in my gut yet ugh ...
My Boifriend is in town and has invited Papi and I to go to a swim with him today.
It's called the 'All Bodies Swim'.
This means any person of any gender and any shape is invited to go play in the water.
My worries are twofold.
One, I still haven't uncovered my mirror. I caught myself looking in the small bathroom mirror to try to see if my brain is still torturing me with visions that don't exist.
... or so i've been told countless times ... wish i could believe it ...
I still saw the devastation of my eating disorder. Yup. The horror was still there.
Well, imagine being invited to an event where I'll have to bare it all!?!?
Then there's the fact that the place will be surrounded by fucking mirrors.
I'll be distressed with every move of an eye.
Then there's the second part to this first part of my social anxiety.
This part is so fucking ridiculous that I can't even believe my brain thinks this way.
However, it is my reality. It does.
I'm afraid that people will see what I see in the mirror.
I'm afraid they will look at me and think to themselves, "Ah, I see why you think you're fat. Right there. That spot you have nightmares about. I see it too."
The part that is most ridiculous about that is that the whole premise around the All Bodies Swim, is that it's a place to go where the windows will be blackened out. It's so that every person in that pool can feel that they're in a safe place to play in the water.
My stomach is turning.
More so than it normally would.
My hands are sweating, yet cold at the same time.
The good news is, I'm going to this swim with two people who are also needing support to be there.
My Boifriend and Papi.
I didn't know that my love was feeling abashed about his scars.
He feels that they stand out like headlights on a car.
But they're such a small portion of that lovely body, that it's really not a big deal to an outside viewer.
I barely even see them anymore.
I just see my love, a little lighter on top.
It surprised me though. I didn't know he was feeling this way. I thought he was in bliss and couldn't wait to be topless in this world.
"No, I wanted to wait to unveil them in the summer, because maybe they'd look better by then."
Those of us who are going tonight are all folks who are uncomfortable showing something about our body.
I'm not alone.
They made this swim for a reason.
However, the other half of my angst?
I'll have to endure the dirty looks from the people who feel that I'm transphobic, or worse, a horrible human being for having feelings about my love's male transformation.
I figure I just won't wear my contact lens or glasses, then I won't be able to see very far and I can ignore they're jeers.
I'll let you know how green my hair gets.
it is often hard to tell just how close you are to success