3 Lessons Learned from A Lifetime of Body Image Issues


Shawn Wasserman

date published

March 16, 2017, 9:37 p.m.



TRIGGER WARNING: the following material may be triggering for some individuals - please read with caution.

I’m no expert on body image. Nor have I suffered from an eating disorder. I’m just a man antagonized by body image issues all my life.

Along the way, I learned some life lessons. I hope those suffering as I do will find them useful.

Everyone’s a Critic. You’re Always Too Fat or Too Skinny

It all started at a very young age. I was too tiny. The doctors, family and the bullies knew it.

Eventually, doctors declared it time to “put some meat on them bones.” This decree shaped my whole life.

I ate the best in rich, sweet and fatty foods. My parents, wanting what was best for me with the information they had, spared no expense. Taste buds rejoiced. Within a year or two, I went from classroom runt to the opposite.

Teasing, beatings and medical concerns remained. Only the insults and proportions changed. Big or small, everyone’s a critic.

Living through zero-tolerance schools as the nerdy fat kid was dangerous. You either take the beating or defend yourself risking expulsion. The teachers and administration were useless. I was lucky I wasn’t killed.

Bruises healed but not the mental anguish. Psychiatry in the 90’s was frowned upon. Besides, you never fully escape poor body image.

Dangers of Love and Low Self Esteem

I grew up and moved on. High school was far from my tormentors. I found friends and ex-girlfriends that remain in my life today.

However, mentally I was still that nerdy fat kid. I knew my place, my social status. People took advantage of this.

By University I met a beautiful girl. She was skinny, rich, popular and had a nice family.

In my twisted mind, she was above me. I wasn’t good enough. I was the beast to her beauty. She knew it too.

The next year and a half was a nightmare. She used her power to turn me against family and friends. I’m not proud of what I did and said. If I stepped out of line she would remind me who was master.

I couldn’t leave. She’s the best I could get. Besides she’s a professional liar. If things ended I would be made the monster. Who believes a beast over the beauty? This mental abuse had me long for those elementary school beatings. Those bruises people see.

Eventually, I was free and in a new city. In retrospect, leaving her was my first small step towards healing, but you are never free from body image.

Happiness and Healing is Everyone’s Right

I started my Masters a more confident man. Comfortable with my skin but not my fat.

I went on my first few diets but they were about losing weight and looking “better”. They were doomed.

I found love in my future wife, Tina. We helped each other through our body image issues as a team.

Soon, I saw myself as sexy. I liked my fat. Best of all, I looked in the mirror and old photos and I didn’t see a fat man. I’m a happy sexy man.

Just before the wedding I got bad news: diabetes. I was in shock but it is reversible. I just needed to lose the weight I started to accept.

This diet wasn’t about fighting for a lower notch on a belt. This time it was to enjoy a long life with my wife. I feel much better but the diabetes remains.

This time the diet is for my health. We all know; this diet isn’t for body image. This time my diet isn’t for losing weight. This time it’s for my health. It is for my health! It’s for my health? I know It’s for my health. I swear it’s for my health.

Shawn Wasserman (@ShawnWasserman) is the Internet of Things (IoT) and Simulation Editor at ENGINEERING.com. He has a Masters in Bio-Engineering from the University of Guelph and a BASc in Chemical Engineering from the University of Waterloo.

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