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@daintyordead
if you ever comment on the volume of food i eat i am obligated by medieval law to enter a duel with you to shut you the fuck up
To all my new anas
For the love of god please turn back now
This isn’t a quick fix to your weight problem
This won’t help the way you feel about yourself
It will literally only make it worse
This is dangerous as fuck
Like you can actually fucking die
And today I felt like I was dying
My heart was pounding, and I was shaking violently. I didn’t have enough energy to get out of bed and when I stood up I’d nearly pass out.
I was laying in bed fucking sobbing because I’d rather be dead than physically feel like this
This problem is easily fucking solvable if I just ate
But I couldn’t because I was going to have pizza tonight
And even though I didn’t eat yesterday, and had less than 200 calories the day before, I still couldn’t bare to eat anything today because I would be forced to eat pizza with my family
Fucking pizza, a food I used to love, gives me fucking anxiety if there’s even a chance I’ll have to eat it. A food i used to love ruined by this godawful disorder, because all I can think about is how many calories are in a slice (but I have to eat 2 to keep away suspicious) and how greasy it is makes me want to puke
This is not a quick fix
This will not help you “gain control”
This will not give you discipline
But
This will give you anxiety
This will make you lie to the ones you love
This will make you absolutely hate yourself
With every ounce of your being
And if you go far enough
This will fucking kill you
I’m sorry but this post should have way more fucking notes than it does it’s sad that I get more notes on restrictive diets and thinspo posts
Reblogging to save someone. Idc if you unfollow bc i post this. Id prefer saving a life over getting followers any day.
Always reblog
if you make posts encouraging people to starve or purge i will come over to your house and fight you
all i want to do is starve myself again
when im not hurting myself im not myself
tw selfharm:
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i relapsed and cut myself after being clean for the longest time but im just gonna act like it never happened yay positivity :)
went on a drug binge after this but now im drinking water so !!! yay positivity !! 😰
I have not hurt myself in i think 7 months or even more, im trying to fix my relationship with food. I dont go on drug binges anymore. My school is going well, im in a relationship.
And i feel most of it is because i dont live with my emotionally abusive mom anymore.
I keep denying that it was emotional abuse but everytime i think about any day that i was there i want to cry and yell.
The loud noises, the yelling, the screaming, getting locked up in my room or house like an animal (at 16 years old ...)
When i cry i need to stop being dramatic, when im angry i need to calm down. When im happy she finds a way to get rid of that.
I was called lazy, dramatic, crazy, ungrateful
She wanted to send me away, kick me out of the house, put me in foster care.
Told me foster parents are MUCH worse then her and will beat me up and rape me.
Told me when i went to my room to go cut myself again.
She blames me for worsening her mental ilness,
The night i got sexually assaulted she told me terrible things, locked me up and wanted to sell my things and send me away. Bc i let someone in the house.
She made me not forget this for years and years. Every time she would remind me of how i need to do the best of my best to win back her trust.
She has kicked me, pushed me and tried to hit me.
Then tried to convince me that never happened.
I now live with my boyfriend and his dad. In seven months i have had more happy memories, learned more then in the 16 years at my moms house. I have never heard any yelling, any gaslighting, any guiltripping from his dad.
But i still notice the effects every day and i still got a loong way to go. I have crazy anxiety, loud sounds make me flinch, fast movements make me flinch, i still have trouble sleeping and dissociate a lot. But im getting there.
You deserve food, you deserve to eat, you deserve to view food as food again, you deserve recovery, you deserve self love
i just got my period back and im pissed
so i guess im recovering?
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me: please don’t say that, it’s make me uncomfortable my mom: *starts yelling*
When you’re growing up in abusive environment there’s such a strong feeling of “not belonging here”, “not being a part of anything” and feeling like you’re not supposed to be among humans at all, and only wishing that someone would come already and take you home. To another planet, where there’s people like you, where you wouldn’t be a burden or nuisance, where you wouldn’t feel guilty for just being, for existing as you are. It feels all wrong, being in a place where you’re so despised, as if it would be better if you didn’t exist at all. We all just want to go to our real home.
There’s this really specific experience in growing up with abusive parents, because they act so emotionally immature at all times. And when you’re a kid, it just feels normal, right? You’re emotionally immature, they’re immature, you’re on the same level, you don’t know any better, you think that’s how humans are.
But then later, you actually develop some empathy, awareness of other people’s feelings and their inner worlds and thoughts and situations, and you outgrow your parent’s maturity. And at that point you’re just so used to tolerating their shit you don’t even think twice, you’re the adult now, you let them have their way, you forgive and forget, clean their messes, take care of their feelings and make it all okay for them.
But then at one point, you realize you have adults acting like literal spoiled children, when you’ve outgrown this a while ago, and you ask yourself, when they gonna grow? When they gonna develop some self awareness? And then you go and assume they just never had a mature presence in their life so they had no way to learn (which isn’t true because then how did you learn it?), and you go and try to teach them by showing them a good example. You become extra nice, patient, explain things to them, cater to their inner worlds, try to explain to them that there’s people other than them on this world, who have feelings and hearts and deep inner world and this is significant and needs to be respected. But all they ever respond with is “yes I am those people now cater to me”.
It is impossible to teach abusive parents by showing them a good example. They will insist you do it over and over again, and then exploit your kindness to the max. Literally the kinder you get, the worse they get. They soon expect you to run after their every need, to jump at their every whim, and in return they insult you for a good measure, call you worthless and lazy, then they go to sleep without a care in the world.
Do not do this. They’re not growing up because they benefit so strongly from acting like a kid. Once all of their immaturity privileges and tolerations are suspended, and they’re forced to act like a proper human being in order to keep gettinng what they want, suddenly they’ll know exactly how to do it.
Your parents are not immature, they’re abusive. They’re not childish, they’re manipulative. They’re not silly, they’re self obsessed, selfish and forceful. You gave them enough benefit of the doubt, you do not have to wait all your life for them to grow up. Their due for that was long time ago and they have no business expecting you to be their parent.
Abusers will insist to no end that they didn’t abuse you, that you have no business calling them out, that your reactions were wrong, that you deserved it or it was for your own good, that you remembered it wrong or made the entire thing up. And you can be sure that they’re lying and you’re right. Because if their preoccupation is not making up for how much they hurt you, if they don’t care for one single second about what you’re going thru and are only trying to cover their sorry asses and distract you with their denial and attacks for long enough so you can’t call them out - they’re scum.
If you lived with abusive parents, it meant that the rules changed for you any moment. You could have been praised for something most of the time, then suddenly one day it brings a punishment instead. You could have been allowed to do certain things until one day you got tortured for doing it, and afterwards you couldn’t even know if it was alright to ever do it again. Some things were only allowed when parents were in forgiving mood, sometimes things you absolutely had to do, you knew you’d be punished if anyone saw you doing it, or if they found out.
You never knew what the consequences would be. You could be wildly overpunished for something as simple as failing to close a door, saying the wrong word, having a certain face expression. You would get blamed and punished for things you didn’t do. You would get punished for someone’s bad mood. You would get punished for existing next to someone who was angry and wanted a punching bag.
There was no consistency in your life, you had to live tiptoeing and hoping you would somehow do the right thing and avoid torture, the rules would change and twist and turn against you no matter what you would do, you developed a sixth sense to figure out when someone was irritated or upset, and you would still end up hurt and abused.
And you got told this is normal, this is just how life is, everyone has it like this. You don’t doubt it or see it as abuse, it’s just your every day, you can’t imagine living a life where you’re safe, where you don’t have to expect thousand horrible things to happen if you make a tiny mistake that you initially had no idea would even be a mistake.
Now think about that and tell me where your anxiety came from. What living like this continually would do to a person. Because once you lived like this, this mindset doesn’t go away, it’s what you’ve learned to live with, what you’ve been forced to live with if you didn’t want to be in pain every second of your life. How would you not panic and over analyze your every word? How would you not try to predict just what kind of horror could come from most mundane and common action? How would you not at least try to brace yourself for the next torture someone might have ready for you? Your senses are not wrong, they’re trained to do this, they’re experienced in trying to help you survive life in abuse.