My attempt to cope with how my body changed because of my meds. For a long time I hated to see my reflection in the mirror. Now I'm trying to heal and accept my body as mine and not someone else's

I've always had very weak understanding of my body, so always listened to what we're people saying, now I hear comments of my mother when I look in the mirror. She always asks if I started to lose weight yet

One of the last words my now deceased grandma said to me in December 2022 were: "well…I didn't recognise you"

Most of the time I'm wearing formless clothes. I'm afraid to show my body, to get attention. I think I know what people think about me when they pass by. I'm not buying myself new clothes cause I'm afraid my weight will change again. rarely when I'm feeling safe I can dress nice

I'm drawing my shmol emotions to understand them better