Yesterday I got into an IG post war with a well-known body positive activist who I won’t mention. Not really my usual style, as I tend to watch from the periphery and allow people to just speak their truth. But due to the context of the post, one in which I fully believe in and know can also be quite a controversial topic; felt the urge to engage.
When I started writing about this topic, I wasn’t really sure how I felt about anger. It only occurred to me recently that I feel a sense of self-loathing when anger begins to surface, like I haven’t worked through all of my shit and I’m supposed to have it together by now.