Considering my hair started falling out when I was in college because I was stressed, depressed, and never slept, I hate this with a fucking passion.
Capitalism is garbage and I hate it.
Agreed. This propaganda is disgusting.
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Considering my hair started falling out when I was in college because I was stressed, depressed, and never slept, I hate this with a fucking passion.
Capitalism is garbage and I hate it.
Agreed. This propaganda is disgusting.
“You may recover from an eating disorder and never think about it again. You may recover from anorexia and relapse with bulimia and have no idea how to deal with it. Suddenly, your coping skills won’t work. Suddenly, you’ll be back in treatment. You’ll have recovered from anorexia. That won’t be your problem, much to the confusion of therapists. You’ll have to reevaluate your life and the things you thought you knew about yourself. You may recover from an eating disorder in a year. You may recover from an eating disorder in ten years. You may never recover the way that other people say they have. You might have thoughts still, you might not. You might come out with scars and stretch marks on your body, you might come out with scars and stretch marks on your heart. You might come out with both. You might gain weight, you might lose weight. You might be told that you can maintain and then gain weight and have to deal with the emotional consequences. You might have traumatic experiences. You might not. You might know exactly where, why, when and how your eating disorder started, and conversely, you might have no idea. You might come from an abusive family, a chaotic family, a healthy family, a loving family, a family that tried their best and didn’t manage to be what you needed. You might come from no family at all. You might relapse. You might not. You might need to go back to treatment, you might not. You might never need to go to treatment to begin with. You might have anorexia. You might have bulimia. You might have binge eating disorder. You might have some other unspecified disorder that might not feel as serious but is. You may have to drink extra supplements, you may have to eat extra snacks. And also not, for a multitude of reasons that aren’t always what you think. You may be female, you may be male, you may be a different gender entirely. You might be ten, you might be twenty, you might be fifty. You might be underweight or overweight or perfectly normal. You might get dizzy. You might get headaches or cramps or skip your period if you get it normally, which you might not for a number of reasons unrelated to an eating disorder. You might also do none of these things. You might watch other people eat almond slivers and quinoa and agave nectar for breakfast, fuck anorexia! You might do this yourself. You might eat doughnuts and waffles with syrup and butter but only as an excuse to binge. You might do either of those things but for the right reasons. You might go in kicking and screaming, you might already hate your eating disorder. You might have depression, anxiety, OCD, borderline, bipolar, schizophrenia, or any other mental illness to go along with the eating disorder. And then again you might not. You might frequent pro-eating disorder websites, you might scorn them. You might think you’re being healthy or you might know all along that this is wrong. There is no correct way to have an eating disorder. There is no specified way to recover. There is only you. You have your own pain, and as such, you have your own struggles. But dialectically, you have your own joy, and as such, you have your own recovery.”
— recovering from an eating disorder, xxxvii
“skip dinner and become thinner” more like “skip dinner and you have an eating disorder please get help”
“a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips” more like “a moment on the lips is okay to have, please take care of yourself in this lifetime”
“every time you eat you delay becoming skinnier” more like “every time you eat you give your body the nutrients it needs in order to survive, please keep surviving”
“you’ll be able to wear whatever you want when you get to your ugw” more like “you’ll be able to wear whatever you want now because fashion =/= weight”
“Don’t reward yourself with food your not a dog” more like treat yourself because you’re amazing and deserve happiness
This is actually really helpful thanks
I love this post for how it politely demolishes destructive pro ana/mia mantras i love it
“if you can pinch an inch” congrats you have skin and flesh like all humans
I… I… thanks… for sharing this cause I needed a lot.. hopefully anyone who follows me and needs can benefit from it too…
I really wish this was a thing I saw a few years ago, but I’m glad it’s circulation is moving strong. Just like you my wonderful followers <3<3<3 be brave darlings, I believe in you
Take care of yourself, guys. Eating is good for you, your body needs it or it will shut down. If you feel like you need to get healthier or lose weight, there’s tons of ways you can do that, that doesn’t put your body in danger. NEVER STARVE YOURSELF
This isn’t beautiful
- Biting my nails so much they bleed and I can’t touch anything or put on clothes, so I hide them when I’m close to people. Finding solace in using a knife to slice off bits of skin. Literal addiction.
- Your lips are blue, are you ok? I’m just cold, it’s cold. It’s August, bitch.
- Perpetual headaches, where it feels almost normal, where it’s strange when your head isn’t pounding.
- Body checking body checking body checking, running my forearm on my stomach to check my hipbones. Grabbing my thighs, my wrists, the veins, making my arms look as thin as possible and always holding them away from my sides. Hours in front of the mirror, sobbing and believing I had ruined my body and might as well die.
- Running my fingers through my hair and pulling out clumps. Hiding them in the trash can. Hiding food in the trash can. Secretly doing dozens of pushups, until I got so weak I couldn’t.
- Drawing food over and over again in tiny tiny pen tips, obsessing over recipes and ingredients, cookery in antique stores,reading and reading and reading about all the horrible things in food, all to curb my hunger.
- Breaking down in the emergency room, my mom drove me in the middle of the night because of a call from my doctor, who I had seen earlier that day.
- I didn’t think I was sick. I didn’t think I had a problem. I thought everyone was conspiring against me. It took me a very long time to realize, because I was absolutely and utterly delusional.
- Not being able to walk up the steps at school, taking the secret elevator, because I knew my body would fail. I stopped going to school. I disappeared.
- Absolute, total exhaustion. No friends, no one knew me, I was gone. Getting lightheaded when I struggled to laugh, to wheeze, which was always forced. Smiling was painful. Strangers doing double takes and whispering, not for my beauty but for my sickliness.
- Screaming at my sister. The last thing I said to her before I left for a week was “I hate you”. That week easily could have been my last. Those words could easily have been my last to her.
- I hated those who loved me most, who kept loving me even though I was cruel to them.
- This isn’t beautiful. This is sick. This is dying. There is no end until your heart fails and someone finds you dead on the floor.
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update after 7 days, ill keep you guys updated
UPDATE 23 DAYS LATER
THIS IS IT CHIEF
i hate to say i told u so but
I’ve been hearing a lot of things about 13 reasons why lately, mostly bad which definitely makes sense. I’ve yet to see it and probably won’t but I can understand why so many people are upset with it.
But if you are looking for a show that handles the the subject of suicide well without romanticizing or misrepresenting it then may I suggest In The Flesh?
“But isn’t that the show about gay zombies?”
Technically, yes. But it’s so much more than that. In The Flesh covers the topics of mental illness and suicide better than any show I’ve seen to date. I first saw it when I was in a very rough place and it definitely had a lasting impact on me.
The show takes place in the aftermath of the zombie apocalypse, the undead have been treated and assimilated back into society. The main character is a boy named Keiren who reunites with his parents and sister after committing suicide. He’s given a second chance at life and gets to see how his death effected his family and community. More importantly, he also gets his own character development and learns coping mechanisms and that suicide is never the answer.
I can hardly do this show justice just by writing a few sentences about it. It’s beautiful, interesting, devastating, and it’s one of the only shows I will say has changed my life.
(While the series never shows graphic depictions of suicide there are trigger warnings for the following: scars, blood, body horror, death, homophobia, and discussions surrounding suicide)
This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Yes,it does….
van gogh didn’t eat yellow paint for your shitty aesthetic he ate it bc he wanted to die
Keep going. If you give up, it will be harder to start again ✨
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