Most people think eating disorders’ are a choice, but anorexia and bulimia are diseases, they seem like the persons’ only option. I know it’s difficult for you hun, but you can’t give up on yourself. Your weight doesn’t matter. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Please don’t forget that <3 If you ever need help, please message me, I will help you with anything you need! Or call 847-831-3428 (National Association of Anorexia and Associated Disorders), they can help! Also check out st0p-ana.tumblr.com for even more help. We’re here for you! -vanilla-orchids.tumblr.com
this is one of the most insulting things, to me.
when people tell me “oh, your weight doesn’t matter, you’re so much more than your weight!”
when people tell me “forget the number on the scale. you’re beautiful!”
Because I’m pretty sure it’s about self destruction
I’m pretty sure it’s about denial of need
I’m pretty sure it’s about sexuality
I’m pretty sure it’s about an outer reflection of inner insufficiency
I’m pretty sure it’s about control and self denial and ANYTHING OTHER THAN BEING FUCKING PRETTY
this isn’t a personal attack on this poster.
It’s a personal attack on every ignorant message about body image i’ve gotten, every school project that’s blamed eating disorders on “The Media”, and every person who’s ever told me “you’re beautiful, forget that number!”. idiots.
100% agreement with Jenn.
I’m so fucking sick of people, even really really smart people asking me if I’m “really sure it’s not because I used to be fat and because there’s a societal pressure to be thin” and keep reminding me I was skinny 20 pounds ago and that “I’d be beautiful at 100 lbs, 200 lbs, and 300 lbs” and they’d love me at any weight.
As much as I appreciate the kindness and love and concern, I already feel beautiful. I think I’m pretty, what I don’t think is I’m deserving of food and nourishment.
I’m such a whiny, needy, selfish fucking person who doesn’t do much right that I do not DESERVE food. I don’t deserve to be healthy, and I’d like my outsides to match my insides. And irrationally, I’m afraid I’ll gain weight and go back to the miserable state my life was in when I was 190 lb. And yes, I’m afraid one piece of nasty bread or whatever will make that happen. It’s IRRATIONAL. doesn’t make sense, hence DISORDER.
I KNOW this is not true. But, it still controls me and starves me to death. That’s an eating disorder. Not stick thin bitches on tv.