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Not Sugarcoating

KLIKNITE OVDJE:   ŽENSKI KUTAK


Prvi intervju od moje malenkosti, ispunjen tremom i strahom koju sam podmuklo pokušavala prekriti svake sekunde. Nadam se da će ljudi uživati u ovom razgovoru između mene i uposlenice RADIOUSK, Sanele Šarić, koji je (nadam se) poslao veliku poruku.




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Constantly looking at photos of models that are presented as perfect, not a flaw on their face, no stretch marks, age marks or freckles. That beautiful girl we see in the magazines we buy to encourage ourselves to lose weight, fitness magazines that show us pictures of so-called "perfect" girls.
Obsessing over our body measurements. If our waist is not this size, we go to the gym to work out or starve ourselves for a few days, only to be happy at what we look at later on in the mirror. That small waist that is shown to us as ideal from the voice of society.
Not eating for several days only to keep our weight at a certain number, having unhealthy habits of only drinking water so we maintain that weight. 
Finding pictures of a model walking on a runway, standing in front of the mirror only to compare our looks and measurements so we can see how far we are from being "perfect".
Insisting on cutting out meals. Making sure we input an even amount of calories each day, not more, maybe less. We'll lose weight faster, right?
Denying the fact that we're hungry, lying to not only other people but also ourselves. Our stomach isn't craving food, it's just letting out sounds to tell us he's fine with us not eating regularly, right?
Earning applause from other people after they see how much weight you've lost.
Navigating ourselves towards a lower weight, making sure we stay in the same consistency, eating as little as possible and denying the fact that we're hungry.
Crying over the number on the scale every day after it has not dropped to the amount you want it to drop to.
Embracing the fact that you have an eating disorder. For what? The pictures you found of girls presented as "perfect" thinking they are worth it just because of their number on the scale. You now try and fix it and cry over how much you worried about your looks before your health.
Is that how you gain confidence, dear? Do you stand in front of the mirror and compare yourself to every pretty girl/boy you saw online, causing yourself to develop an eating disorder. Do you think that's the right way? Or do you think you should embrace who you are and flaunt it? Rock that new dress you have in your closet no matter if it shows a bit of your extra fat, rock the shirt that shows a little skin so people are able to see your unique stretch marks. Don't let people tell you what you're supposed to look like. You are YOU. A unique person who doesn't need to change for anyone but themselves. So go on, wear the dress you were self-conscious about. You are BEAUTIFUL. 
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                            (emotional)  P A I N.
“ A hurt, some are bearable while others are not. Some physical pain and emotional pain is unbearable because when you were cut, it was deep, and it bleed, and it got infected, and it scared... it slowly kills you.
Pain of life and love and hope. “ - urban dictionary.

Four letters. One word. Pain. Many meanings, words hidden underneath just a plain surface, feelings flooding their way just to escape the simple four letters, pouring all into our system, leaving a poisonous trace. For some it’s emotional, for others it’s just when you hurt your knee or sprain your ankle. For me it’s both. The pain of feeling you’re hopeless, depressed. Pain as a drug, an emotion you tie yourself to strongly, not being able to let go. One word but that strong. Not even a wound on your body, but feeling like every organ in your body is not functioning, your brain blank and only filled with emotions, depression. Something many experience on a daily basis, coping with it on their own way, finding a hobby, getting their mind off it. I can’t seem to latch it off. It’s stuck. What if it’s become a part of me? What if I’ll never get rid of if? What if pain becomes my lifelong nemesis. What if? Four letters, many meaning, much power. P a i n.
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