The odd thing about being around my aunt is that she takes things I'd intended as neutral descriptors of my body as evidence I need reassurance.
Trouble is, my body is one of the few aspects of me I don't actually have major issues around.
It hurts my feelings. My hips are broad. My shoulders are broad. I am not dainty, I'm over five foot ten and I wear a US women's size twelve shoe! Those are all just facts. I don't need to be made to feel better about them by being told my perception of them is wrong.
By itself this would just be a nuisance, but I have longstanding issues about being told my perceptions are wrong and unreliable, and so my aunt is trying to make me feel better but I keep having to bite my lip so I don't burst into tears instead.
Nrrrrgh. I'd really rather talk about Black Jack, but this is bugging me.
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