It’s no surprise I am fat! I AM ITALIAN! I grew up in a household where food was never in short supply. I ate two dinners as a kid, and with every win or loss food was the go to. Food was never a means for energy and nutrition for me. Food was my comfort, my entertainment, my medicine. It gave me temporary fulfillment.
In Louise Hay’s book, You Can Heal Your Life; it says, if you are overweight you are running away from feelings, dealing with insecurity, self-rejection and being oversensitive. Fat often represents fear and a need for protection. Fear may also be a cover for hidden anger and a resistance to forgive.
My protection crept on between Grades 2 and 3. I remember my Grade 3 teacher, Ms. Loge, weighed each of her students in front of each other in the nurses office. I was 93 pounds, and my frenemy Didi laughed and blurted it out loud.
The fat on my body serves me a purpose. It kept me safe from finding true love, because if I didn’t accept myself, who else would? Therefore free from social situations and vulnerability.
It kept me safe from success, because I was okay with not working hard. I’m fat, so who expects anything good from me anyway. This prevents me from truly being on my own, and paying my own way. I can always rely on someone else.
Forgiveness & Anger – I am still digging these ones out.
I accept my body and all my curves, lumps & hair. I am at peace with my own feelings. I am safe where I am. I create my own security. I love and approve of myself. I am protected by Divine Love. I am always safe & secure. I am wiling to grow up and take responsibility for my life. I forgive others and I now create my own life the way I want it. I am safe.