Eating Disorder Rant
You know whats fucked up?
It took almost dying to finally be happy with my weight. Like 92 lbs hospitalized for organ failure. Dying fucking hurts. Like a lot. And trust me when I tell you dying isnt pretty. my face was pale, grey, and sucken in. I looked like a corpse. But after getting dressed for the first time (out of hospital gowns) sliding on size 0 skinny jeans with ease room to spare. A shirt that once was too tight now draping off my collarbones. I was fucking happy. Standing in the bathroom grinning ear to ear. Suddenly the pain didnt matter nothing did I was small. Tiny in fact. And I pranced around that hospital like a weightless little fairy and enjoyed my brief moment of bliss… And now that im “recovered” im willing accept all the side effects. All of it. The headaches. The hair loss. The fainting. The lack of body heat. The organ failure. The pain. Because to me nothing could ever compare to the happiness I felt when I saw how small I was…
























