Hurt

Ever since my childhood, all through the teen years into the adulthood I have been tall and skinny. Being tall and lean comes hand in hand, there’re not that many people who are taller than 6 feet (as I am) and that aren’t lean. I have always been a skinny and bony one, not by choice but by the genetics or whatever it is.

My mom has always been in an athlete shape, my dad never had a kilo extra in his life, my uncle was very tall and skinny man, my grandparents from both sides (mom’s and dad’s) have been tall and lean or skinny people. As family, we have always been very active, from doing all sorts of recreational sports, to dancing ballet to hiking regularly. We have also always ate good food, the typical Mediterranean diet, plates filled with fresh fruits, veggies, fish and lean meat.

Most of the produce came from my grandparents’ yards or mini animal stall/farm which we used to have and the fish was always caught freshly by my dad and uncle.

We did have treats and have enjoyed pizzas and cakes but never based our diets on those. When I was in high school and have discovered the wonders of bakeries, I must admit I did go bit nuts after all those filo dough pastries and doughnuts but even then I never gained any kilos.

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I have gained around 8 kilos in total and had the most normal pregnancy which led to giving a birth to the most perfect and healthy child… Throughout the whole pregnancy I ate whatever I was craving but I have been active the whole time too.

In the past 3 years, I have been going through some rough patches in my personal life and with my health. I know that I might not look the most pleasant in the eyes of all of my readers or those occasional lurkers who come across my blog, but to call me out constantly on looking anorexic and putting me at shame for my looks without even giving a second thought before clicking the “publish” button makes me really upset.

Not because of myself, I have learned to ignore such comments because I know my truth, but I’m hurt for all those women, kids, men, whoever that are being bullied all the time for no reason, for all those people who don’t fit into the “perfect box” of how one should look or feel like… For being different!

I feel hurt for having to even write this post as if there is already not enough of sadness and wrongs going on in the world today?

“Hurt people hurt people.” Why? Why is this the case? I have been hurt so many times in my life, yet I have never wanted to hurt anybody, in fact, my hurt and my troubles have only made me more understanding and compassionate of others and what they might be going through.

You never know what is going on behind “those eyes” that you’re judging. You should first walk a mile in somebody’s shoes to be eligible to call them out on their actions… Even then, kindness and understanding are the only ways to deal with anything or anybody.

Even when something looks like an obvious, it might be as far from the truth as it gets.

Those are just some of my Thursday’s thoughts which I had to share with you. Thank you for reading! 🙂