“Women are one hell of a drug.”
— (via nycxi)
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anyway now that we’re on the topic i just wanna say all my love goes to wlw who are terrified of having sex with girls bc they think their bodies are gross or not attractive enough and who always feel like they gotta compare to their partner aesthetically (esp us fatties)! you’re sexy and your girl will love every single inch of you!
For all those who glorify your EDs or hold onto them for social media fame or think you’ll one day grow out if it:
I went to treatment in 2006. It’s 2018. I was just contacted by a former patient I went to treatment with. She got me up to speed with the progress of our former friends.
Two have died. Many have relapsed and are still struggling.
Again. This was 2006. I was 20. Most of the girls there were in there 20s. And now we are in our 30s and some of us in our 40s. The person who contacted me is in her 60s and going back into residential in a few weeks.
Let that sink in.
Tumblr gives you a false reality. Eating disorders don’t stop when you reach a certain age. Eating disorsers don’t end once you hit 30 and are ready to trade in your pumpkin spice lattes and ugg boots and small apartments.
They continue when you buy that house and pay your first mortgage and get engaged and married. They are there when you get pregnant or have kids and go to your first PTA meeting. And sometimes they continue when you are 45 and getting a mammogram because you’re old enough now to regularly get those. They are there when you have menopause and they are there when your hair goes grey.
So if you think you’ll be spared, you won’t. Unless, of course, you get help.
You think any of us back in 2006 thought that in 2018, we’d STILL be struggling? Hello no. We got help because we wanted to be DONE.
And even then we all fucking relapsed. Not because treatment didn’t work, but because EDs are a bitch and need constant recovery.
Had I not gotten pregnant, my life would have gone into the shitter. And even with my daughter, I STILL can’t let go of the food.
Eating disorders are not jokes, man. They are with you for life. Recovery needs to be lifelong or you will be that 60-year-old woman either dying of her ED or still in treatment.
friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good