In my personal experience of life, for a long time stored my personal perception of the body. To your body I always calmly, was tall and slender mill. At the Institute, a physical education teacher I jokingly called "bag of bones". Working as a teacher, at the age of 23 years, male colleagues often used to say: "Here bear a child, though man will be like, rounded and recover." At around 30 years, the weight slightly increased, but was still around, to the 40-entrenched in greater volume, but currently, I rather portly lady who rarely runs on their favorite stilettos, and gradually steps into the Shoe, flat shoes. Their collection of chic shoes I carefully contemplate, sometimes I indulge myself past the studs at close range, but my feet require a different comfort. I remember once my father took my shoes, stared for a long time and mused: "it's Strange how you walk in them? All the laws of physics where you fall down in high heels. How is it to keep the body in balance?" Oh, my favorite studs... But I do not know, return the eye to the perception of the body. My knowledge about her body was enshrined in a way not so much the thinness, how much harmony. I knew what slim, and over time, that's enough added weight, my perception of his harmony is preserved, but not with the notion of girlhood, and the perception of women of middle age, tall and of medium build. In this perception feel quite comfortable and I would even say cozy. Male attention more than enough to eat, cars passing by, just gently slow down, and their owners offer a ride to my desired item (though not as often as before).
Accordingly, I offer You another picture, in the perception of his body. Other people grew up with the understanding that she's fat. In childhood called her fat, some laughed, compassionate parents looked at rounded tummy and legs-tables. When the girl grew up with the understanding that she's fat, out of the house gradually disappeared, mirrors, clothing acquired a bag-shape. Body sensation it causes disgust and irritation. The body fills embarrassed, disgusted vypyachivalis the stomach, and those legs - the horror, not feet, always swollen from fatigue.
Imagine that we're Dating, me and her. It is quite thin, I quite strongly recovered. We have the same height and one body type. Together we photographed and observed that are approximately the same weight. Her perception of myself - what I'm fat, my perception - how pretty I was, finally recovered. Two women with the same figure from a very different experience. Two women, like so similar and so different. And then there is the strange situation. It is with sadness in my voice I said, "sure, you're good, you always was very thin, and I won a fat one, what was, such and remained". In my many exclamation that we are completely the same, I hear resistant no, you're skinny, I'm fat. What is it? She really fat? Or so she thinks about himself out of habit, as I imagine, as was his habit? The body schema is, and relative to the body, almost opposite.
I have a special love for the facts. Like facts and believe them. In fact - we're the same, the way of perception itself - we are far from each other. What a pity that we often deny the reality and persistent in your way of perceiving the world - illusion, one in which believe that when, and so long do not want to part with it.
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