That really hurt me and caused me to be pushy and needy so that someone besides my mom will remember me when I die. It also made me feel worthless and felt the need to get attention in order to have high self-worth."When you die, the only person who will remember you will be your mother. It hurts but it's true".
Eventually, I started creeping people out and rubbing them the wrong way. People started blocking me on Facebook then lie to me about blocking me, presumably to avoid drama or conflict. The only friend I had in high school was this girl named Sydney T., and even with her it was complicated. While she was very nice to me at school, she never invited me to hang out with her female friends outside of school, and sometimes she tried to push her evangelical non-denominational Protestant Christian religion onto me unsolicited. Shortly after graduation, we almost never talked, and we only saw each other at a diner once while I was a college student.
When I went to college and had no friends, despite having friendly roommates, I felt even more lonely. Due to a combination of psychiatric medications and binge eating as a result of trying to cope with loneliness, depression, and psychosis, I gained 60 to 80 pounds, developed strechmarks than won't go away for the rest of my life, even if I lose the weight, and developed other side effects like gynecomastia (development of large breasts for a man), erectile dysfunction, prediabetes, low testosterone, irregular sleep patterns at night, fatigue, and daytime drowsiness. Look, I'm not trying to promote a pity party, but this has been really getting to me.
I know that some of these issues are medical and warrant a consult with a medical practitioner, or therapist, but this has been really getting to me. I don't like being shirtless because by belly is flabby and has no six pack, while other men my age have six packs and frequently go shirtless to exude confidence. Seeing them shirtless and have no old skin indents marks, surgical marks, and a six pack abdomen made me insecure about my own body. Also, I have strechmarks, fold marks where flabby body fat made indents on my skin that still show despite some weight loss, and I have excess skin around my breasts that the reduction mammoplasty (gynecomastia treatment) surgery that persists.
I still don't like my body and I'm hesitant of going down the "diet and exercise journal" and "the body positivity movement" routes. For the former, it's because I'm afraid I would change my unhealthy relationship with food from binge eating to anorexia. Plus I don't want to feel like I'm being punished or held in contempt for eating, a natural and essential human behavior.
As for the body positivity movement, I heard of some controversies about reasonable doctors being allegedly "fatphobic" and "fat shaming" toward their patients when all they are doing in my view is informing the patients of the risks associated with obesity or being overweight. Now I want to make it clear that I do not condone threats, intimidation, harassment, violence, or other kinds of abuse done because of someone's weight or appearance of weight.
That said, science makes it clear that obese and overweight people are at greater risks of health complications that warrant treatment. The body positivity movement kinda went overboard in my view as to celebrate and even encourage people to become obese as it's some kind of civil rights issue. I understand this is a polarizing topic and that people frequently on the Scarleteen Forum tend to be left-leaning, the same type of demographic that supports the "fat acceptance movement ".
I have more personal and emotional issues than these, but I want to focus on the self worth and body image issues on this post for the sake of simplicity.