This is a confession – I do not believe I have bulimia or anorexia, but I have been pressured by the thought of them.

No, not even by the stereotype of wanting to join the high-fashion industry, for in such I’d surely be considered plus size… or at the very least, slightly obese.

No, it’s actually be friends, peers and comrades who flagrantly disregard empathy; choosing to satisfy their inner man.

My heart grieves from our insensitivity we show each other and limit with which we unknowingly push our own off invisible cliffs.

“It’s her problem, let her figure it out”

“I am not responsible for the her esteem”

“Why are you looking at me – I didn’t tell her to get that second helping”

“Gees, have you put on weight”

And as such, we tend to encourage a lot of unhealthy lifestyles all about us. People starving themselves – Going on fasts that never end. People with very low immune systems. People spend hours on end in mirrors hating themselves. People who cannot look into mirrors. People who have to fit into a certain image or style. People going on medication to increase their metabolism – others to suppress. People who’s faces are glued to their toilet bowls.

What are you doing in this rise pandemic? What role are you playing?