• Damian Kerlin

How we weigh ourselves?

When BoJo announced plans for ease of restrictions and the opening of bars where in sight the LGBTQ+ community flocked to social media and instead of celebrating the glimmer of light to what has felt like a never-ending tunnel we were instead met with the prospect of a countdown of three months to get ‘back into shape’. What should have been a joyous time, became a ticking time bomb as a spotlight shone on insecurities plagued by the LGBTQ+ community over body image and how much we strive to and then undervalue ourselves when we don’t fit societal aesthetics.




I’ve been on a diet since I was seven. I grew up during the paparazzi era and it was brutal. As a child obsessed with celebrity and pop culture, I was aware of what body size and shape was deemed socially acceptable and more destructively what was not. I was never big, but I was round, much rounder than the boys in my class.


At fourteen years old I took it upon myself to lose weight. I had no idea of how much weight I wanted to lose, I just knew I wanted to lose it. As I stood at the bottom of the field behind my house, I blared Girls Aloud ‘The Show’ from my headphones and I ran. Up and down, up, and down. Eight times. I strived for ten, but for someone who had never ran before, I took this an accomplishment. I showered, delighted (delusional) my skin had that after work out glow, and not a single carb passed my lips that day.


Well, it was all fun and games until I woke up the next day. My chest heavy, my legs numb. I couldn’t fucking move. The day before I was giving Nadine Coyle a run for her money with my gazelle like stride, but how the mighty had fallen. I slid out of my bed onto the floor, my body wrapped in a cast, pulling myself up from the chair across the room. Five days I felt like that. Five whole days. I could barely get myself dressed and I avoided stairs as the gravitational pull made my legs buckle.


As someone who had never played sport in his life, I choose PE for GCSE under the impression that it would make me thin, like the ‘other boys’ which would make me happy when in reality it made me fucking miserable.


This was exaggerated as I stood in the doorway of the LGBTQ+ community as an impressionable teenager and my physical appearance came under scrutiny as I was unknowingly divided into groups based on my physical appearance. These included “otters”, “daddies” and “twinks”.


Encasing each other in these boxes or “tribes” hinders us from using our emotions and treating one another with humanity. The fact that the world’s most popular gay dating app, Grindr, which is the first experience of the wider community for so many gay men, asks us to categorise ourselves this way is concerning.


The concept of placing young skinny, hairless and mostly white men as the ideal is not only tone deaf, but hugely irresponsible when considering how prone gay men are to body confidence issues and eating disorders, but is a stark reminder of the unattainable expectations that gay men place on ourselves.


A third of LGBTQ people say they’ve experienced suicidal thoughts over their body image. The worrying statistics come as part of a new survey commissioned by the Mental Health Foundation and conducted by YouGov, which examines the way people think and feel about their bodies.


Among adults who identify as gay, lesbian, bisexual or other, 53% said they felt anxious and 56% said they felt depressed because of their body image, compared to one third (33%) of the adults who identify as straight.


Similarly, one third (33%) of adults who identify as gay, lesbian, bisexual or other said they’ve experienced suicidal thoughts or feelings because of their body image, compared to 11% of the adults who identified as heterosexual. You can read the full report here.


The pressure to conform to a certain body type is even harder to get a grip on when the finish line keeps getting pushed back over time. As a young gay man, skinny is the way forward, but as you age out of that 'twink' bracket in which smooth, lithe bodies are prized the goal posts shift. Skinny is no longer enough anymore and you need to be bigger, lift weights and have abs, which is hard to achieve.


Slowly, I have come to learn that my happiness is not intrinsically linked to how thin I am. One can exist without the other. Our bodies are so much more than empty aesthetics. Size does not determine happiness. I would be lying if I said I don’t think it about it but the reason for doing so has changed for example I exercise because it makes me feel good.




Your value is not measured by a number on the scales but unfortunately nobody is free from the prison of other people's opinions. Collectively, we all need to accept that tackling these body image issues is our joint responsibility. Think twice before you arbitrarily post your next shirtless selfie—is the immediate boost to your own self-esteem worth the triggering effect it could have on followers? Report the guy on Grindr who says he’d be interested “if you’d only lose a few pounds.” And try to remember that none of us is immune to the gnawing suspicion that the way we look just isn’t good enough. Behind every gym pic, even one greeted with a torrent of fire emojis, there’s another person battling their own body image demons.

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