Is it just me, or is there something about going back to where you grew up that makes you feel fat?
I don’t exactly understand it (and the parts I do understand don’t belong in this blog, they belong in therapy), but coming back to Texas gives me the worst case of “fat head.” Intellectually, I know my body is fine– been thinner, been thicker — but when I step foot here, I can’t feel the truth of my size. Sometimes, I think it’s related to the fashion-conscious atmosphere in Dallas. Sometimes, I think it’s the weight of memories distorting my thinking. I always leave Chicago thinking “surely it won’t happen this time.” Then, as wheels hit the tarmac, the first of many body-centric thoughts follow: “hmmm, I think I feel fat.”
Anyone else grapple with body image issues intensifying when you go “home”?