#losing weight is possible without disordered eating

[bigmountainlittleme]

Uhhh did anyone actually read the studies in this?

Me: Exercise does not cause weight loss. This is a fact that has been demonstrated so robustly in research that even doctors, who hate and fear evidence, are grudgingly starting to admit this.

Someone reading that post: Cool, but have you considered that exercise leads to weight loss?

Me: I am going to eat you

[seventh-district]

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[iatrophilosophos]

Hey I'm hearing uh. More, and more, and more buzz about GLP-1 agonists like ozempic from random ppl and healthcare providers alike and there's like a terrifying lack of lucidity abt it so I just wanna say, if you've heard some stuff and are curious:

Ozempic is a chemically-aided crash diet. That's it.

Like metformin, an older diabetes medication used off-label for weight loss, it's functioning as an appetite suppressant in this use-case. It's not magic; it's not changing how your body makes or uses fat; it just makes it less miserable to eat less. It is contraindicated by histories of disordered eating and should absolutely not be prescribed without a full screening for above-adequate food intake and nutrition *and* ongoing screening for adequate nourishment/malnutrition: this is broadly not happening.

I've also seen no indication that ozempic/GLP-1 agonists are any less likely to lead to weight cycling (w/o constant use) than a straight crash diet, or do anything meaningful to limit the known, significant health risks of weight cycling.

Nothing has changed:

The main things we know from a western scientific perspective about weight and weight loss are that 1) almost all people who lose significant weight gain it back and 2) weight cycling causes cardiovascular and metabolic health complications. Yall we aint even have strong evidence to suggest that weight loss is beneficial to health conditions associated with higher weights. This *should* point to Dr's never ever reccomending weight loss (we do know it can hurt, don't know it can help) but yknow we live in uhhhh fucking world.

We are possibly ripe for an aggressive intensification of anti-fat medical rhetoric, especially in pediatrics

Among the projections for an RFK FDA that ive gotten from folks i know in these fields is a renewed focus on childhood obseity and general military-style fitness. As the ozempic fad has already been ramping up, I'm kinda! concerned! about this being a major point of focus for the oncoming administration--i figure we're ripe for another mass diet craze associated with a wide variety of deaths anyway and that existing cultural+market inertia added to it being literally on the agenda spells some not great things. I really seriously reccomend paying extra attention to this area.

Clinics love ozempic because it's extremely popular and extremely profitable--i even know someone who's job was threatened for refusing to prescribe it. We already know that we cant trust doctors to be informed around weight or for the system to sound public alarms.

Obviously, people have the right to do whatever they want--but the disclosure just isn't there and people are being sold this stuff based on the idea it'll make them *healthier* and prevent disease. It can't and it won't.

If the claims here about weight in general are new to you, start here: (Don't love the title of the article, second the exasperation)

If you want to understand more about glp-1 agonists specifically, like, start with the Wikipedia article and do some googling it lays out the pharmacology in relatively plain language. Sry i ain't doing a buncha work to find citations ppl won't click; there's not a lot of good critical stuff out there that's actually published but it doesn't actually take a lot of reading up on critical weight science to form a critical take on the sources singing ozempics praises.

Peace, good luck, do whatever you want forever, maybe tell ur mom that this isn't any different from the disastrous weight loss fads of the 90s.

[bernardsbendystraws]

Healthy Healing

synopsis: headcanons of your boyfriend Chris while you struggle with an eating disorder.

warnings: ANGST , FLUFF , ED mentions, crying, and more.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

X Starting to connect the dots

Chris could tell something wasn’t right. He knew you had a habit of forgetting to drink water and eating real meals, but this…this was different. You seemed so caught up in your own thoughts. Spacing out was a blanket term for how you dissociated when food came up in the conversation. You started saying no to your favorite foods, telling him you weren’t hungry when he hadn’t seen you eat all day. 

“What’s wrong, baby? I…I can tell something’s wrong, just–talk to me. Please.” 

He had begged and gotten no true response. A simple, ‘I don’t feel good,’ just didn’t convince him anymore. Chris heard the way you clasped your hand over your mouth sleeping next to him at night, trying to silence your cries. He knew something was not okay. 

X   Figuring it out

Your clothes stopped fitting normally. Every article of clothing, ones you had cherished, got tossed in a donation bin as they ‘no longer fit.’ He had expected some sort of sadness at you throwing out beloved items, maybe even some tears. But there was no evidence of sadness, only a proud smile that didn’t seem to last very long. Not when you tried to shop for clothes the next day. 

“What? I think they have these in the next size up, baby. I’ll just get it for you, hold–”

He didn’t wanna believe it. He didn’t wanna connect the dots. He didn’t have a choice though. Not when you stormed past him, giving him the silent treatment on the whole ride back. It made so much sense, he just didn’t want it to. 

X   Advise 

Chris knew he had to talk to you about it. He wasn’t gonna sit back and watch you hurt yourself, letting you deteriorate your own health. He couldn’t, he loved you too much to do nothing. He did what he always did, went to the two people who knew everything about him. 

Nick and Matt were devastated as he cried, telling them the situation. They held him in a tight hug as they talked about possible plans, ways to confront you without scaring you. It was a touchy subject. It wasn’t gonna be an easy conversation. Chris hated the idea of you possibly storming out, never talking to him again. 

“What…what if she breaks up with me? I can’t do nothing, but, guys…I can’t lose her. I can’t.” 

X   Confrontation 

You had been crying in the bathroom when Chris had gotten home. You had been losing weight, but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you anymore. Trying to make yourself throw up wasn’t something you were able to do. The disappointment made sobs rack through your body as the cold tile made your fatigued body feel useless. 

Chris didn’t give you much of a choice as he picked you up from the bathroom floor and placed you on the shared bed. You laid in devastation, blankly looking up at the ceiling. Chris had his restless hands in his lap, eagerly trying to hold back tears. 

“I…I know you haven’t been eating. I just–I can’t sit and watch you kill yourself. I know, this is really hard, but I need you to bare with me. You can’t keep doing this. I’ll help you, I just…I need you to try too.” 

You didn’t say anything. The waterworks had resumed, shaking your entire body as Chris held you like glass that whole night, scared he might break you from holding too tightly. You didn’t look like skin and bones, but the slow movements of your limbs showed extreme exhaustion in a way that twisted a knife in his heart. 

X   Trying 

Effort. You were giving every an ounce of it, trying to swallow down food. It didn’t always work. Not when your clothes were too tight. Not when you remembered that you didn’t even have your favorite clothes anymore. A wave of depression had melted over you. It held you hostage no matter how hard you seemed to fight the unhealthy mindset. It was exhausting. You were exhausted. 

“I know this is incredibly hard for you. I’m so proud of you. I know you hate this part of your stomach, but…it’s one of my favorite things about you. It shows how strong you are. It shows the nights we spend eating ice cream and talking…I just, every inch of you is perfect.” 

X   Slipping

Progress wasn’t linear. Chris was aware of that. He just hadn’t expected you to try and hide it from him. He was never the one to let you take care of chores, but you had insisted taking out the trash, claiming it gave you a sense of accomplishment. This had made sense at first, he was proud you had found something that made things a little easier. 

You had fallen asleep in his arms on the couch. He slowly snuck away, gently stirring you as you sleepily asked where he was going. He told you to go back to sleep, he just had to take the trash out real quick. When you immediately shot up, screaming for him not to, his gut sank. He had never tried to restrain you, but when you kept shoving him away from the trash, he had to. 

Matt had come out of his room from the loud yelling, immediately understanding as he had to hug you tightly against him. Chris checked the trash. It felt heavy. Heavier than it should’ve. Digging past a couple of layers, he found out. The food he had praised you for eating, sitting in brown paper bags. 

X   Fallout 

Chris was heartbroken. Matt directed Chris to go up to Nick’s room for the night, promising to keep an eye on you. Matt knew the two of you needed some space, especially Chris. You laid numbly on Matt’s bed as he tried to distract you with cat videos. Eventually, you broke down with embarrassment. Matt was surprised when you hugged him tightly, your tears soaking his shirt. 

“He’s gonna leave me, Matt. I–,” 

Your words were mostly incoherent, but Matt had understood the gist of what you were trying to get out. You thought Chris was tired of trying to help you, that he was gonna end things. Matt knew that wasn’t true, but his reassurance did little to ease the impending doom in your mind. 

Chris’s night wasn’t very different, unfortunately. He had cried a countless amount of times to his brothers, but never as hard as this. He sobbed onto Nick's chest. Nick hadn’t been the best at comforting people, it was usually Matt’s thing to soothe Chris. But, under the pressure and empathy he felt, Chris let every wall crumble down as he wailed, drool pooling onto Nick’s sleep-shirt as he lost control of his bodily reactions to his heartache. 

“I feel so…so–helpless. Nick–what, what do I do?” 

At the end of the night, Chris and you were in the same position in the separate rooms. The both of you had run out of tears, bathing in a pool of devastating emotions. 

X   Help me help you 

The next day was rough. Chris had asked you to talk with him downstairs in his room. However, the both of you not getting a wink of sleep led to a day-long nap. Upon waking up, you found Chris silently crying as you laid on his chest. You asked him to tell you what he was thinking. You weren’t expecting his answer. 

“I…I want to help you. I want to help you so bad, but–I need you to help me help you. I–I can’t lose you. Please, please, don’t make me lose you. I’d never forgive myself. If not for you, just…for me. Please.” 

His words left a mark engraved in your mind. You consoled him, crying the seemingly endless amount of tears with him as you promised to not keep secrets. 

X   Keep going 

It wasn’t easy. Nothing about trying to health your mind and your body was easy. But, he was there. Every step of the way, Chris was there. No secrets, but ups and downs. He held you in his lap as you tried to swallow bites of cereal. He diverted any attention people paid to your eating habits when going out as a group. He made sure to tell you everything he was thinking, letting his encouragement carry you through the days. 

“This protects you. All of this–it keeps you healthy, it protects the girl I love.” 

“Your body is the least interesting thing about you.”

“I love you for every detail about you. You deserve love. You deserve to love yourself.” 

X   Healing 

Time passed, but day after day, month after month, it started to get a little easier. Eventually, it was only a couple intrusive thoughts that left you hesitant to acknowledge your hunger growls from your stomach. Chris had been so happy, seeing your skin glow with a healthy vibrance. He loved watching you able to walk and have fun with him and others throughout the day, finally having energy that didn’t just go to your body trying to heal itself. 

“I’m so proud of you. I know I say that all the time, but I mean it. I mean…look how far you’ve come. I helped, yeah, but nothing would’ve changed without you. You take care of yourself. You are the one who pushed through day after day. I…thank you. I can’t even think of a day without having you here by my side. I love you. I love your body, not because of what it looks like, but because it keeps you alive and healthy.” 

[munmunmoonlight]

Love and Deepspace LIs x Underweight!Reader — Part 1 - Zayne

I literally made this account just to write this because I got annoyed that the only portrayal underweight readers gets is having an eating disorder- So I decided to give it my own spin! Reader will be referred to with she/her pronouns and will be fem-presenting, Reader is not necessarily MC. Trigger warning for weight and doctor talks. May be OOC, this is my first time writing from the boys perspective so I apologize.

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto - They're super pretty <3

You worried when you first started dating Zayne ... He was your primary care physician after all: he knew everything about you when it came to health, he saw every nook of your body, he listened to every problem you had ... even the most embarrassing ones, without ever making you feel embarrassed about them though. Your mind however was cruel.

So you knew deep down, almost expected, even waited for the cruel talk to happen, after all it was apparent to everyone around you and it has been the main talk topic of a lot of family meetings you had in the past. Not only that, but other doctors? They always found a way to bring it up since you were a kid.

You were underweight: slim, flat, no curves in sight, with twig legs and spaghetti arms as many told you before. All in all unattractive: because men like women with a bit of meat on their bones (and exes often liked to remind you of that) or simply because no adult would be attracted to someone who looks like a child (and oh, how could you blame them ...).

So you sat there in his office, his eyes focused on your new blood tests while yours wandered around the room. You felt in your heart that it was going to happen that day, he would have to weight you again that same day after all, it has been a while since he last did it. "He would never" you repeated to yourself, "You truly think he didn't notice? Please, he probably has been trying to bring this up for months now. He just pities you." your mind was fast to reply.

"Ok ... Now, get on the scale for me. I need to note down any change in your weight to assure you haven't been losing any." He said, putting down the documents on his desk.

You hesitated, then sighed and started undressing. He noticed.

"... Stop there." His voice alted you. He stood up as elegantly as ever, then walked to you. Cold eyes looked at your expression and your posture, analysing it for a moment that felt eternal.

"... You need to tell me if something is wrong, dear. I cannot imagine what you don't say as I am not yet a mind reader." You felt his professional side melt a little, worry intertwined in his tone. "... Is your weight been on your mind recently? Would you like to gain some to help with training? If that is the case we can make a personalized diet for you, especially if you feel too weak or fatigued after them-"

"No. I ... I don't want to gain weight, Zayne." You stopped him, a heavy feeling in your chest as you tried to look up and meet his eyes ... Possibly without crying. Possibly without making him realise that he just confirmed all your worries without meaning to. The guilt of knowing he didn't mean it hurt much more than all that was told you in the past. "It's just ... I knew you'd go there- I know what I look like."

A floodgate opened, your lip quivered. Words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I don't know why or how you didn't bring this up before ... You've been so kind to me, but I worried you thought I was ugly or that my weight needed fixing. Deep down, I thought you wanted to fix it or that you were waiting for a reason to make me eat more ... I eat enough, I promise. My bloodworks should be fine as well. You read them yourself!"

And he listened. Listened to you worries, your thoughts, your problems. "I can't even find clothes that fit me well- I should apologize to the fashion industry that I have no boobs like women do."

He waited for you to let it all out.

Then a hand, gentle and cold but full of tenderness like only his can be, found his way to your hair. He gave you a pat on the top of you head before it slipped behind it and pulled you towards him in a hug.

Something in his eyes changed, mentally he was reprimanding himself for not catching your insecurities sooner, how you always double checked in the mirror if you looked good, how you were always hesitant around food ... He thought you were just a picky eater and he didn't mind, but he now understood the true reason why: no matter how much or how little you ate, you were waiting for him to comment.

The room fell silent, now filled just by your regrets ... You shouldn't have been so honest, what if he hated you ... Even if he was hugging you.

"... Why would I want to fix something that isn't broken? That is just counterproductive."

His words reached your ears. That ... Wasn't the answer you were expecting.

He paused, then continued after holding you a bit tighter. "You said it yourself, your bloodworks are fine. We even checked your thyroid, there were no signs of hyperthyroidism. Your body is absorbing what it needs to, that means no case of malabsorption, and it's overall doing the job it needs to do. If any doctor before told you that weight is your problem, maybe they should get their license checked. From my perspective and in my humble opinion, you just have a very fast metabolism ... But that is just the nature of your system, not something that needs to be changed."

He slowly left the hug and gently guided you to the scale near exam table. His tone was yes professional but also ... Reassuring in its own way. "Now, I know you may be worrying about BMI. BMI is an index doctors use to asses at first glance if weight may be affecting your health without you knowing it ... However it's just that, an index. It's not a diagnosis, a diagnosis is done through tests and exams not by a scale." He sighed, fixing his glasses with a swift movement. He's being very thorough and you can see in his clear eyes how much he cares that you understand that there is nothing wrong with you. "As I said before, many doctors like to do the bare minimum and judge you for your weight. This goes for people overweight as much as it does for the ones underweight ... Like you. We should start worrying only if there is an abrupt change in your weight, if you suddenly lose or gain much in a short period of time, or if you go too far under the threshold. You still need fat and muscles to live, especially to support your organs ... But this is not your case. You are healthy."

He pauses another moment and takes off his glasses, now leaving your side to go back to his desk. "... As for your other worries. I want to make it clear that I am attracted to you. All that has been, or is still being, told to you is nothing I have ever thought. Those words were cruel and unnecessary and they never crossed my mind. I never thought you looked wrong or weird or .. too young ..." You can see him get slightly uncomfortable, what you can't see is all the disgust he feels towards those who even dared think that about you. If he told you all that was crossing his mind right now, he could easily get removed from his position ... But really, do some people not think before they speak? "... Or even not like a woman. Your femininity is not defined by your curves, your breast size or anything of the sort." He blushes lightly at the topic. "Your beauty shouldn't be defined by general standards ... In my eyes you'll always be as beautiful as a snowflake."

You cheeks warm up and you're about to rebut when he stops you without even looking, a soft, almost cheeky smile on his face. "What? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Are you trying to say I have bad taste? You should have more trust in your primary care physician."

If you could blush more, you would. The appointment ends a few moments later when the nurse enters the room to tell Zayne his next patient just arrived. He nods and accompanies you to the door, a hand on your shoulder. Before you go, he leans down to whisper something in your ear. "... Get ready for this afternoon. I'll get off of work early and we'll go shopping together."

"And if anyone comments on your weight again, please be sure to tell me immediately."

First time writing something like this ... I apologize if it is OOC, Zayne isn't my main but he always comes home when I pull- Please leave a comment if you liked it! Likes and reblogs are extremely appreciated too!

[ⓒmunmunmoonlight] 2025 - Do not repost, reupload, claim as yours or use for AI training

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

hi ^^!! I wanted to know if you could do hcs or something about yandere hannibal w/ a anxious chubby reader who don't eat properly mainly because of they desire to lose weight bc of beauty standards and so he kidnaps they to take care "properly" being that an excuse to hide his obsession? please <3

Ohh shit 😳🤭🤭

MY FIRST HANNIBAL FIC IN IDK HOW MANY MONTHS???? NO CLICKBAIT???!!!!!

Warnings: hannibal gaslighting/manipulating you, mention of eating disorder, he kidnaps you and stuff, he's insane and typical unhealthy yandere behavior. And him friend zoning you 😐.

Relationship: yandere, romantic

Yan! Hannibal x anxious! Chubby! Reader

Your proness to being so easily influenced by things such as beauty standards just makes him think even further that you can't survive without him. That you need him.

He's often observing you in slight pity and the absolute need to just feed you himself. More often than not he's tired of making meals with ingredients explicitly for your liking only to have you take a singular bite and take no more. In between having you praising him with sweet words he hasn't never heard before, but it's different when it comes from you. All because you're on a so called strict diet on a weight loss journey.

Hannibal isn't a man to give up something simply because he couldn't have it the first few tries.

He loves your body, curves and how they look in clothing when you wear clothing that are little tighter than what you'd usually wear. Spending sleepless nights sometimes wondering how you would feel when his hands are caressing your face, roaming around your stomach, gripped tightly on your plump thighs...

He's so well aware of how wrong these feelings are. But he couldn't control it...

He wouldn't outright exploit your insecurity since it would be a problem if you were worrying about your weight and it affected your life more than it already has. He just wants you to be dependent on him.

So the day you wake up on his bed, confused and scared. He wants you to understand in a way that you won't view him as just a sick person, and weirdly you do.

Believing that he is doing this all because he is truly concerned for your wellbeing and doesn't want you to possibly have an eating disorder. He is doing all this sincerely because he is your dear friend and he cares deeply for you.

And also because he has absolutely no problem doing what he always did with his victims for so many years to you if you didn't comply. You know how he is.

Eyes watching intensely at every detail of your being while he spoon feeds you a dish that he knows you'll like. It's healthy anyways so why would you deny it?

Always confirming you with the idea that he is doing this for your sake, nothing more. He has to properly take care you because he knows you can't by your own. Just let him do what he does, he promises you don't have to worry about anything else or the damn beauty standard.

[adventuringblind]

Hi, I noticed (mainly bc u read a lot of your work) that you write a lot of dark/ self harm based/themed fics so I was wondering if you would be comfortable with writing a lestappen x reader with an Ed. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to so ofc feel free to ignore

(Your work is always very well written and I look forward to reading what you post next)

One for you and One for me

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst/hurt comfort

Summary: Nobody is immune to the toxicity of social media, Charles and Max help their girl through it

Warnings: HEAVY ED, toxic media, body dysmorphia, sexual acts are mentioned but nothing happens

Notes: You must be psychic because I you sent this while I'm struggling with my own ED. I hope this helps you as much as it did me! 😊

Masterlist

Social media is something that everyone seems to revolve around. In theory, it could be great. Getting to see photos of friends and family and updates from celebrities you wouldn't otherwise interact with.

But here's the catch: in practice, the entire thing falls apart. People are left with images of things that are unachievable. Photoshop and filters have become everyone's new best friends. People put only their best foot forward and try to look as perfect as possible.

And those who don't? The ones who are criticized? The ones who will never meet that expectation? They are left trying to swim to the surface of a never-ending ocean. Drowning under the weight never being enough.

So, they do what they can. Nothing can be that bad if it makes them feel better, right? What's one meal skipped every day to cut back on calories?

In her case, she'd cut it all out. The idea of perfection and control weigh heavy in the pit of her stomach. The one that is currently growling as she weighs herself for the fifth time that day alone.

It's addicting, really, the feeling she gets from having gone another hour without a meal. The elation of seeing the scale drop in number.

The media and fans had been all over her appearance after going public with Max and Charles. She'd tried to ignore, but there was a piece of her looking for an excuse to dive back into the habits of her teenage years.

Her mother said she never looked like she had an eating disorder. Her father only started compliment her on her appearance once she was significantly underweight.

Max and Charles had been there for the fall. Her habits finally catching up to her when she started working with Redbull. She didn't have the energy to keep up with the schedule and one day had simply collapsed.

She'd gotten better. Promised the two boys they would never be on the verge of losing her like that again.

Now here she is, breaking that promise over the triple header by not eating at all. She'd started slowly, but now she has a chance to speed things up before the two boys notice anything. Too busy to really pay attention to her weight.

Maybe it would've been better if they hadn't been caught eating together. The fans might have a little less leverage to use on her. Maybe if she wasn't wearing something more revealing to a party in Monaco then they wouldn't have noticed how she looks.

The number on the scale is far from perfect, but it'll do for now. She slips on her teamwear that is looser than it was a few days ago. A satisfied but tired smile plays on her lips as she walks out the door.

The paddock is busy prior to the race. cameras are everywhere and she does her best to avoid them. Thankful her job is away from the majority of people. The less the cameras see of her, the better. A small part of her wonders if it would simply be better to disappear or become invisible. Maybe if she's thin enough, she'll be invisible from the side.

The day seems to drag on. The race is good and ends with both Max and Charles on the podium. It's the last race of the triple header meaning they will want to celebrate properly tonight. Maybe they will compliment her more now that she's lost weight. There is a prominent gap in her thighs and maybe will even be light enough for them to carry. The though makes her swoon.

The cheery conversation in the car quickly turns to logistics. Plans for dinner are made and she claims to have eaten while finishing up her work. To hungry to wait any longer.

There is a hesitant pause. They like knowing she ate with visible proof. That being the reason they eat together or at least someone is there to tell she ate if asked. Even if it's a bite.

They don't mention it. Charles orders in while Max drags her out of ear shot. She assumes it's because he is pent up, nothing surprising after a race. But nothing happens and she is left mildly disappointed.

Max cups her face. "I'm sorry we've been so busy."

"That's not your fault."

"No, but-" Max looks hesitant. "We know you haven't been eating. You're exhausted and your clothes don't fit. We can feel your bones when we hold you at night." She looks at Max in horror. "We thought maybe if we just made sure you felt comfortable that you would come to us but it's bad again."

Charles puts hands on her hips. "We'll take it slow, like last time. But please, we love you too much to see you become a shell of yourself again."

They say in that embrace until there is a knock at the door. Max is quick to answer it. He comes back holding their dinner. An extra box sits on top. One she assumes is for her.

"We got you a small salad. Nothing massive, no dressing, just vegetables." Max sets it all out on the table. They keep up casual conversation, so she doesn't feel horribly uncomfortable. Until they notice she is just playing with her food.

"How about, we continue talking, but we take turns taking bites? If you manage three, we'll call it a night," suggests Charles. Goal setting was helpful last time around. One week she took one bite of every meal, the next was two, and so on.

She manages three bites. Each of her own followed by one of theirs.

They all clamber into bed afterwards. Exhaustion hits her hard.

No, it's not perfect or straightforward. Relapses happen but healing is full of ups and downs. But she has people who care and who love her for who she is, not what she looks like. They'd rather her be healthy then bringing herself to the brink of collapse. And she loves them enough to try her best which is all they can ask for.

[deusluxuria]

Some of my darkest headcanons so far

...that I'm willing to post about right now, anyway.

( Spoilers: Part 1 / Phantom Blood, Part 4 / Diamond is Unbreakable, Part 5 / Golden Wind, Part 6 / Stone Ocean, Part 8 / Jojolion )

( Content Notes: sexual assault, suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, child abuse, body horror, insects, homophobia, child death )

Dio's mother died from being driven to suicide by Dario.

Abbacchio's mother didn't consent to his conception. She always told him his father was a police officer. Abbacchio was treated strangely by others on the force when he became an officer, and they often whispered about him or gave him strange looks when hearing his surname. He didn't find out why until he was fired, and the circumstances of his conception were brought up in court. Abbacchio was accused of killing his partner as an act of vengeance against the Naples police force.

Risotto's parents are probably some of the worst people alive. He absolutely refuses to tell anyone about it. Only his cousin knew what kind of people they were, and she was murdered when Risotto was a teenager. Risotto would later torture and kill his parents. But it just made him feel worse.

Jotaro has a restrictive eating disorder. It was mosty stable while he was living with Holly, and while he was on an emotional upswing after getting married and having Jolyne. But it started getting bad once he started realizing that being called to Morioh meant the end of safety and happiness. After he and his wife split, it got so bad that he had to be hospitalized or he would die. His disorder has nothing to do with body dysmorphia or hating his appearance -- it's more to do with wanting to hurt himself, not wanting to be alive, and hating to be touched by anyone he doesn't trust.

Kakyoin started attempting suicide at the age of twelve. Heirophant Green always stops him.

Abbacchio's Stand can function subconsciously, like some form of ESP. Abbacchio can walk into a room where something awful has happened or be near someone with potent unresolved trauma (or someone who's caused trauma to others) and feel the "memory" of that place or person as an emotion or a vibe. The first few times he and Bruno tried to have sex were abandoned because of this; he had no idea what might have happened to Bruno (they weren't that close yet), but Bruno's trauma overcame him as a feeling of dread every time he tried to touch him. This was also a major reason why Abbacchio was so cold to Giorno at first: he could hardly get within five feet of Giorno without the nauseating sense that he was carrying an awful weight with him.

Gyro had a younger sister, Vittoria, who died from falling off a cliff. He always thought it was his fault somehow.

Giorno has a phobia of maggots. This is because of what resulted from being neglected by his mother for days at a time. Some of his earliest memories are of his crib being full of them. He has various chronic health problems from surviving that situation. And scars.

When Abdul was in his late teens, he nearly attempted suicide by driving off a cliff. He'd been in his mom's car, driving near a hiking trail. When he was facing the edge of the cliff, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal. At the last possible moment, he spun the wheel back around. His thoughts at the time were more about how it would inconvenience his mom to lose her car, rather than about his own life.

Because Bruno joined Passione when he was so young, and he didn't have trusted allies at the time, he found himself in abusive relationships with some of the grown men in Passione. Bruno didn't understand the predatory nature of these relationships until he was an adult. The only person he'd ever tell about this was Abbacchio, who Bruno was incredibly close with, and whom he had his first consensual romantic relationship with. Bruno was worried about something similar happening to the teenagers on his team, and was sometimes known to be overly protective of them when his anxiety and trauma was especially hard to cope with. Bruno's past experiences are one major reason why he has, arguably, a habit of taking in abandoned children. He'd rather have them on his team where he can look after them, rather than worrying about them getting involved with predatory gang members.

Kei Nijimura has a daughter named Airi, the Part 8 equivalent of Jolyne. Kei gave birth to her when she was 19 and extremely impoverished, giving up just about everything for Holly's medical bills. She'd already been working as a maid and living in her car. Airi was born very unexpectedly while Kei was on a cleaning job. The best she could do was drop everything and head to the bus stop once she realized she was going into labor. The driver was hesitant to let her on, but some other passengers insisted on it. Kei didn't make it back to her car in time and gave birth on the sidewalk. She would've died from bleeding out if Norisuke hadn't found her and brought them both to the hospital. Airi survived, but only for two years.

Gelato and Sorbet got engaged in their last year of high school, while they watched their school blow up. They'd planted explosives to kill everyone in the school after four years of collective homophobic bullying from a large number of students in the school. Teachers and school staff even knew about the bullying, and never did anything to stop it. Risotto recruited them because, despite how public the bullying was and how catastrophic the explosions were, Gelato and Sorbet were never caught.

Rohan had a neglectful upbringing. Sometimes he'll joke and say, "My real parents were the TV, the radio, and comic books." He can't remember many times in his childhood when he wasn't absorbing stories. His parents hardly interacted with him, though he couldn't bear to be alone. So fictional characters became his family and friends. He was abused by a nanny, and his mother even witnessed some of it, but didn't care and allowed it to continue. Reimi was his only real friend, and her murder was so traumatic to him that he didn't even remember her for years. As a teenager, he was disowned by most of his family for being gay (exceptions include his paternal grandmother who fucking rules). From that point on, if he had to ask for anything from his parents (even basic needs), they'd end up in screaming matches so extreme that the veins in their necks would stand out. As an adult, he disowned his family in return. He didn't get any support whatsoever when he was trying to become a manga artist and actually started out very poor. He's completely self-made, and considers it a huge "fuck you" to his family, particularly his parents. He still has a hard time trusting and connecting with anyone, though he does care deeply for people.

[throneofrayllum]

Brooklynn Headcannons

PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS POST IF YOU HAVE AN EATING DISORDER OF ANY KIND. Please. I love you and I don't want anyone to read something that will hinder their recovery. Ok thanks.)

I've always had a headcannon that Brooklynn actively had an eating disorder during Camp Cretaceous, and honestly a little bit after...because lord knows those fuckers in your mind don't go away so easy. Am I projecting because I had an ED ages 13-15? Probably, but I also feel so strongly abt this headcannon even though it's really sad.

We all know that Brooklynn started her blog when she was about ten, and the internet is a rough place when it comes to beauty standards, especially for women and girls. She wasn't affected by the diet culture noise until she was twelve and began to receive a few body shaming/weird comments on her posts. Those comments outweighed any positive and normal comments she would receive. She became obsessed with what people thought about her, in all aspects, but especially her body.

It started how it always does; lying to her dad's about eating breakfast, taking any opportunity possible to burn calories, counting calories in her notes app, chewing gum to avoid eating, and going days without eating almost anything before she had trips so she wouldn't feel guilty about the food she knew she would have to try for her blog.

She began to receive comments praising her for her thinness and the typical "what's your diet like?" She lived for that.

Her dad's noticed her rapid weight loss early on, but didn't know how to approach her. Every time they tried, they would be reassured by her that "I'm only dieting a little, I promise I'm doing it healthily!" But she was already naturally petite to begin with, this was not healthy at all.

She kept losing more and more weight and eventually the comments stopped praising her, and instead she was receiving comments such as, "She used to be cute but now she just looks sick" That's when she started eating enough to appease her followers expectations of her, but not nearly enough to keep her healthy. She hadn't had a period in a year, her hair was thinning, and she often got dizzy when she stood up too fast.

When she got to Camp Cretaceous, the boys didn't notice anything, but Sammy and Yaz knew she wasn't exactly...ok. She wouldn't eat breakfast or the candy in the living room, she only ate small portions at lunch and dinner, and she was constantly body checking. Yaz would get so pissed off when she hogged the mirror in the bathroom.

Once they were fighting for their lives every day, she realized she couldn't say no to food when it was available. This was survival.

Sammy and Yaz were really confused when they realized she never used any of the feminine hygiene supplies at camp. That's when Brooklynn told them that she had a problem with eating (they already knew). They were the only two that she told for a long time.

When they got to Mantah Corp Island, all the ED thoughts came back. She would not eat the first few days when they were staying with Mae. One morning, when Brooklynn was having nothing but Coffee for breakfast once again, Sammy lost it. Brooklynn wasn't even mad at Sammy for telling every one, she just wanted help at that point.

Darius was absolutely heartbroken for her, and began to sit close to her at every meal after that. He would nudge her thigh and squeeze her hand when she wasn't eating, reminding her to take a few bites. Kenji already kinda knew, but didn't know how to help. After the whole breakfast fiasco, he sat her down outside and told her that she was beautiful, and that he would always be there to talk to her. Ben really did not know what to do, so he just hugged her and told her they loved her for who she was inside.

One of the first conversations she had with her Dad's when she got back to the mainland was telling them she wanted to recover. When I tell you those men cried tears of joy. They got her a dietitian and a psychiatrist and she started doing a lot better. It took a few years for her to be fully recovered, but she had so much support.

When she finally got her period back she was at the Bowman's house for a sleepover, and ran downstairs to tell Mrs. Bowman. She started jumping up and down in excitement and gave Brooklynn the biggest mama bear hug. (I am a Brooklynn and Mrs. Bowman enthusiast)

Btw you guys extreme weight loss is not a symptom for everyone. I personally was never even clinically underweight when I was sick, this is just simply how I headcannoned this.

[princelylove]

Warning for fatphobia & misogyny. Not-so-rare fem reader.

Feederism is a broad kink. There's plenty of reasons someone would develop either end of this fetish- but, it's not as simple as it seems. Because it's so broad, there's a lot of subtypes. There's different reasons that someone could like it, in an entirely different way that someone that's just as into it could. There's quite a few that I've noticed and personally speculated on, this is an attempt to categorize at least a few with my interpretations.

In the first category, these are what people typically refer to as 'chubby chasers.' Every yandere has a different preference when it comes to actual body type, some prefer thick women while other prefer fat bitches, but they love the 'same thing,' so it goes in the same mental category for me. You know, putting on some happy weight in a relationship is a great thing! It means their darling is relaxed, they're finally comfortable with them, it's good. And it looks great.

Some yanderes are just happier with a fuller figure, it's what they find attractive, whether it be an entirely plump figure or one with a big curve from their waist to their hips. What separates my interpretation simply preferring a body type from this kink is the way they act. They find joy in either maintaining that figure, or encouraging it- consensual or not.

These types of yanderes cannot be trusted to make their darling food because they'll load it with every extra bit of calories they can possibly squeeze in. They buy food almost daily to "share" with their darling. They get the extra larges, the combo meals- if you don't finish it, it can be saved! But, you know, finish it. Don't waste their money.

A decent example of the nice version of this type is Guido. Guido is a man that looooves a woman with a decent amount of curves, and is generally way too happy to see some weight gain happen. It honestly affirms him that he's doing his job as his darling's man, you don't put on that happy weight when you're stressed. In Guido's point of view, anyway. Don't think he's aware of binge eating disorders. He tends to prefer women with broad hips, thighs with lots of padding, and a stomach with zero muscle tone. He goes crazy for a big waist-to-hip difference. He's happiest when his darling sits on his lap and lets him feed her.

Guido tends to be very pushy. It's hard to skip meals when his hand is on his girl's stomach, and there's a gun underneath his waistband. Ohhh, but he'd never use it! It's just, you know. He's happy to see you. Ahaha. You want another bite? It's sooo good.

A bit meaner version of this type is Yukako. She loves to bake, and go to sweet shops for dates, and take lots of pictures for her social media! Without tagging you. You're hers. The mentality is that if you get fat then nobody will want you and she'll have you all to herself, finally. And! If you get too unhappy (you stop responding to her affections), she can go on runs with you and count your calories for you! Together! You can lose it all together! And, of course, gain it all back because Yukako prefers a woman with a bit of a bust. And someone that hates themself so she can fill that void.

Yukako tends to prefer women that are short and cute, or even "plain" looking. She wants a dolly she can dress up to be cute, because of her choices. She wants someone with a low self esteem, and if she can't find someone like that, she'll make someone like that. She's the type of "friend" that always wants to go to a sweets place after school, multiple times a week, and go to an expensive place on the weekend. Somehow, she never gains, but her darling certainly does.

Her darling's sweet face is always just oh-so-cute, but.... she knows what to do to make it even cuter.

A yandere that doesn't prefer curve, and enjoys entirely plump women, would be Jonathan. It just makes him happy to see her well taken care of, enjoying a meal... honestly, it makes him want to work harder, get stronger.

Plainly, it's incredibly attractive! A woman with a round face, and round body, there's just something so charming about it! Jonathan would not be able to get enough of a woman that could be described as buxom. He fantasizes about it in his youth, when he's allowed to indulge, and actively seeks it out in his adulthood. With the amount of money his family has, surely he could find a woman willing to eat every meal he definitely can provide- if there isn't a woman out in society that fits his preferences already, anyway.

On the opposite end of the affection spectrum, there's yanderes that love to shame the weight gain, but won't stop giving their darling twice the calories they need daily. Some people can live with 1500 and under, but not their darling. These types are fond of extremely derogatory pet names that highlight any existing fat or recently gained weight.

Really, they find it attractive, but they love degrading their darling significantly more. It's fun to pinch any 'problem spots' and make a small comment about hating the taste of pork, did you see their darling's face when they said it? Sooo funny.

Yuya has been known to tease his girlfriends, but really, he adores them. And his darling. Especially his darling. Hey, but he doesn't play favorites...

He thinks it's funny to smell the air and try to guess what his darling ate last- carrot cake? No, don't tell him. Cheesecake with a frosting carrot on top! Ahhh. Eating again without him?

He thinks it's all fun and games, but has never really clarified if he's kidding or not. It feels like he's bullying his darling for absolutely no reason- and, well, because he's never done a little consent check, he is.

Yanderes that love control aren't necessarily into the weight gain or fat. Honestly, some probably don't prefer that at all, and have their darling on a strict diet with weekly weigh-ins. It depends heavily on the individual, but it still counts as this kink because of the nature of it. I'll do another post on yanderes that fetishize weight loss, that category is more about just having complete control over their darling down to the amount of calories they consume.

[snail-day]

The only motivation I have for studying psychology is to one day write the most heartbreaking jjk angst possible.

Borderline personality disorder Gojo? Wait till you hear about Obsessive-compulsive personality disorder Nanami.

At first when I saw his character and how particular he is about everything being perfect and under control I thought that it was just a part of his stoic sexy vibes, but when I watched JJK 0 and found out about Haibara, that changed EVERYTHING.

In simple terms, Nanami is desperate for everything to be exactly right so that he can maintain some form of control in his life.

In yap terms, Nanami realized that being a Jujutsu sorcerer will kill him inevitably and he can do nothing to stop the people around him from dying. He left the Jujutsu world behind after Hibara’s death because it wasn’t that he was afraid of dying, (at least in my opinion) he was afraid of having to watch another friend die without being able to do anything.

The guilt eats away at him in a slow, agonizing way like it’s rotting his soul. Nanami isn’t as stoic and professional as he seems on the outside. It’s a mask that he puts on to keep everyone else out.

Everything in his house is perfectly in place with minimal decorations. Any attachments to his past will just haunt him and he can’t afford any distractions. He doesn’t have time to explore his interests and he simply doesn’t want to. No hobbies, no favorite shows, no outside life, just work. Work is all he can do. It gives him something to throw himself into to avoid the guilt that’s been plaguing his mind for years.

His excuse of returning to the Jujutsu world because of “money” is a lie. Sure it’ll help him, but that’s not why he’s there. I think that Nanami was hoping that he would die on a mission. If he had continued on with his corporate life and died of old age (or stress because let’s be honest that is a ROUGH 25) he would’ve hated himself. If he can protect just one person it’ll be worth it. He knows he’s going to die, but he has control of how he wants to go and that’s enough to keep him from putting a bullet in his head.

But when he meets you, he wishes that he would’ve chosen the bullet to spare himself of the crushing weight of his love for you. He can’t control you and it kills him. He can’t lose you like he’s lost every one else. So when you wake up in a penthouse with a man curled up behind you crying, just know he did it for your own protection. You’ll realize soon enough that he’s right. You don’t have a choice.

- 🌱

THIS THIS THIS ONE THOUSAND TIMES YES. I totally agree that Nanami would tap into a much darker time if he fully believed that it would be the only way of keeping you safe (with him).

I often times view Geto as a little more cruel version of Nanami as well and I wonder if that comes from desperation, from loss, from whatever disgusting curse he had to swallow.

RAHHH this was so beautiful 🌱 anon. I was almost going to be selfish and keep this for myself to read over and over (I read it more than twice thank you very much) but it deserves to be shared with the world. Thank you for sharing, sending you lots and lots of smoochies for your big ol smart brain. Hope you are doing well and that you are drinking lots and lots of water.

[genderqueerdykes]

Hello, I’ve got a long winded request for advise that I’d like to ask from you (if you’ll give me a year in advance to ramble lol).

Would just like to state first off that this was something I spent half an hour on cycling between the thoughts of “this is horribly offensive” and “who better to ask” due to some of your posts and because I commonly enjoy and trust your opinions to be at least honest. I know you aren’t obligated to answer this ask but I’d really appreciate it even if it’s simply just a “AITA?” “YTH” situation.

I’ve had an issue recently where I am being ridiculed for making choices for my body and its appearance. The choice is losing weight. I’ve lived my entire life so far as a fat person, for the last 13 or so years I was well above the “class 3 obesity” threshold, right now I’m sitting in the low end of the first class. I don’t really like it, but when I was in the overweight category (I haven’t been an average weight since I was 5, a little more on that later) I got told that by losing weight I was being inherently fatphobic and making other fat people uncomfortable.

I know dieting and the likes can be an uncomfortable topic in general but I never brought it up except for rare mentions of my weight loss, mostly because I was proud of my progress. I’m not wanting to be “thin, “skinny,” whatever etc etc, I would just like to be in the middle of the average category with some visible muscle mass. I was shamed so much that I put myself back up into the obese category, and I’m all for body positivity but it’s not working for me when I know what I want my body to look like. I’m neutral on my body and its functions in general but I’m uncomfortable with the gain I didn’t want and the knowledge that I was on my way to a point of comfort.

As I said before, I haven’t been an average weight since I was 5. That’s because I developed severe binge eating disorder due to trauma. My weight gain was uncontrollable and made me uncomfortable for over a decade. Now that I have some control and a sense of body neutrality, I would like to lose what I gained from my disorder. Not all of it ofc, I’m an adult now and I want a healthy adult body, but I want to be able to make the choices and changes to put my body back into the average weight that I feel was “stolen” from me.

I suppose those thoughts could be considered fatphobic from a certain viewpoint but to me my binge eating disorder and obesity are/were things that I feel the need to heal from. I don’t have these thoughts about anyone else. I don’t want anyone to lose weight if they don’t want to. I love fat bodies. I just want to have the choice to lose weight myself without being considered a bad person.

Do these thoughts and feelings make me a bad/fatphobic person? Does losing weight make me a bad/fatphobic person? I genuinely just want what I believe is best for my body.

Thank you for your time. Stay well.

i have a lot of feelings on this sort of topic, so i appreciate you sending an ask like this, because it's one of the most nuanced, complicated discussions i've tried to have with people recently and a lot of people do not understand the distinction. i'm going to try to break this down to have it make sense to as many people as possible

first of all, people have the right to choose what weight they want their body to be at, so long as it's not causing genuine harm, especially permanent harm. losing weight is not inherently evil, the thing is, a lot of people either need to lose weight or choose to do so for good reasons. i was very heavy at one point, 360 lbs, and i was starting to get new pain i hadn't experienced before. it was hard to stand for any period of time. i couldn't walk much.

after i started walking around the neighborhood and losing that extra weight, that pain went away. i feel a lot better having less of that weight on me. i gained weight in a very unhealthy manner during this time, mostly by not eating well for my dietary needs, sleeping excessively, no exercise, and so on. the thing is that we have to take care of our total health and not everyone who is fat is unhealthy, but some people can and do put on weight that impairs their functioning or health and it's not good to ignore that this is a thing that can and does happen

you're allowed to decide what you feel your body should look like especially if you are not taking this to extremes. i like to keep my weight below a certain range, myself. i keep a close eye on it. fortunately it's easy to stay around a certain healthy range for my body because i cook a lot of meals at home and i mostly eat vegetarian food and fish due to allergies and digestive issues. i'm still about 311 lbs but it's in a much healthier configuration for my body

weight is a complex conversation. both thin and fat bodies are stigmatized. we need to drop our obsession with body image and let people be the arbiters of their own weight, at least, letting people express what they want and helping them reduce harm and find ways to achieve that goal realistically in a healthy manner. shaming people doesn't work. we've proven this decade after decade. shaming skinny people doesn't work. shaming fat people doesn't work. shaming anyone doesn't work

dieting is a very specific thing. everyone's diet is 100% unique to their body. your digestive system works different than the person next to you's. you may not metabolize nutrients as well as someone else. you may process fats and proteins differently. you may need a lot of electrolytes. you may not be able to digest fiber. you may struggle with fructose, glucose and other sugars. you may not be able to eat any meats at all. you may need lots of fruits. it will depend greatly on who you are

it's best to work with your body than against it. you are allowed to decide what weight range you want to be within. best thing you can do is attempt an elimination diet to see if there are foods that just don't do your body any favors, these can and should be done very slowly with one food at a time. but i'm not a health professional, so that's just a suggestion.

either way good luck, i don't like when people try to boil this down to "this is good" or "This is bad". there are good and bad things to all of this. it's worth discussing both sides of that. i hope this helped you in any way

[super-hero-confessions]

Listen. I feel for fat people. I really do.

I can understand the grievance of not feeling represented when you see an actor in a fat suit rather than a fat actor. Nobody deserves to get bullied for something that is a clear illness. Be it induced by trauma, abuse, or whatever, a resulting eating disorder is a cause for concern and a real reason to get help. Please do because addiction in any extreme is no joke.

Two things though.

First. You are not your fat. I promise you, you are not your fat and you don't have keep it. You shouldn't accept it as part of you either because it is a killer. It is as bad as depression or anxiety or sepsis and it will absolutely kill you if you give it the chance. And this isn't just me, a random person on the internet saying this. This is literally every possible legitimate scientifically backed major medical health organization out there saying this. Obesity is categorized as a disability for a reason. It is a detrimental medical condition. And you know the results are real about the threat of obesity to the human body because there is no profit in them telling people what is and isn't healthy. They make much more off of unhealthy people.

No. That doesn't mean you have to look like every skinny girl you see on TV either but believe me when I say health absolutely does not come in every size and we need to stop promoting this feeder fetish PSYOP shit because it is literally killing and hurting the women who are vulnerable and hurt enough to fall for it.

Women with a mental health crisis are literally dying to satisfy disgusting predatory men looking to victimize them and feed them to literal death. I really want that hard fact to sink in for people.

You matter. But your fat doesn't. You absolutely should not tie your self worth to your fat because it's not you, it's your unaddressed trauma.

Second. Acting is an artistic craft. The job is to play pretend to an extent that the actor or actress can convince the audience that they are something or someone that isn't real. In some circumstances, this will require actors to be able to do things that realistically would just not be possible without certain circumstances. I don't know to what extent that goes with Penguin and Colin Farrell. Penguin does sometimes have a particularly odd and penguin like shape to him that may have been difficult to achieve even with an actor closer to his actual size. Maybe Danny Devito didn't want the role again, but maybe they just wanted Farrell because he's a really good actor. But a good example would be, let's say Bob. From Tekken. If they decided to do live action with a character like that, realistically, they'd need a professionally trained fighter who is incredibly agile in a fat suit or at least an actor and stunt double willing and able to train to mimic the movements this guy can make. Regardless, at some point in the process, Bob's agility would require someone wearing a fat suit.

It is literally a gag in the game itself that Bob's training is so vigorous that it makes him lose the weight he gained just for a weight advantage in fights. And granted, Bob is not a realistic fat guy at all and this example I do realize is a wild one but I think it serves its purpose in representing what I'm trying to say here with acting as an art form and the expectation versus reality of what is happening behind the scenes.

Ideally, fat suits would almost certainly be involved for every project now and in the future because I would rather an actress or actor be healthy and maintain that than a studio trying to convince people or be complacent with the idea that food addiction is A-okay. In an ideal world, every single person would be healthy and happy but I do know that's not reality. It's not even realistic in the world of acting as actors and actresses will go to extremes just to modify their bodies for a role. If the argument is instead for more diverse and natural, but still healthy, bodies to be on screen, then yes. All for it. But fatness or obesity into levels that are a danger to human health should not be glorified nor expected from actors or actresses. And I would argue the same for anorexia and severe thinness. I would rather they use CGI in such cases because I don't and will never wish harm on others just so I can feel better about myself.

Neither should even touch the realm of personal acceptance. If you are at or near that level of extreme, please get the help that you need.

[pancakeke]

possible eating disorder talk under the cut but idk if this counts. but i need advice on needing to lose weight for medical reasons without losing my shit

my doctor keeps telling me that I need to lose weight to deal with my CSF issue (idiopathic intracranial hypertension), and there is literally no other permanent treatment for this except surgery to install a shunt in my spinal cord. and I'd rather not create the potential for more complications with my fucking brain.

but it's impossible for me to diet without becoming obsessive and trying to restrict food plus exercise in a way that drives my net calories for each day down as close to zero as possible.

I don't know what my problem is but after a week or two of eating healthier and getting past sugar cravings dieting becomes a numbers game to me and i drive myself insane trying to maximize efficiency.

like I lost over 80 lbs in six months the first time I did this. another time i lost a little over 50 lbs in a few months. there were also handful of other dieting attempts that didn't last very long because they hit my mental health too hard too fast and I had to bail for my sanity.

I have not communicated this to my doctor yet but frankly most of the shit I say gets ignored so I'm hesitant to start crying in the office trying to explain this only to be brushed off. also I'm not so sure he's going to take me seriously now that I'm clinically obese.

this dude (optho-neurologist) keeps telling me to go to my primary care doctor and get ozempic but like i am not taking another medication unless i have absolutely need it to function.

but i am serious that there are no other real options for dealing with IIH other than putting a permanent lumbar puncture in my spine. and I really do not want to do that. but if I don't do either of these things, I risk permanent damage to my optic nerves.

there's a medication I can take that reduces CSF pressure but the side effects are such a hit to my quality of life and mental health that I am afraid to go back on them again. It gives me constant stomach pain, nausea, and acid reflux and it makes my larger joints (hips, shoulders, knees, elbows) hurt so bad that my quality of sleep tanks hard. plus the pain makes it difficult to crawl around doing DIY projects. and it's a diuretic so it makes me piss constantly and get dehydrated super easily, which really fucks with what I suspect may be undiagnosed POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome).

I explained the joint pain stuff to my doctor twice and both times he told me that it's not a known side effect even though it's noted on sites about the drug (Mayo Clinic). I refuse to take that shit anymore.

anyway. idk. how do I tell my doctor that i can't diet without going insane. and how do I diet without going insane.

[stargazingdustbunny]

You really need to stop conflating health with hate crimes. Many bodies function better without 75lbs+ weighing them down. I lost 50lbs, am still technically in the “overweight” bmi category, but i feel better than ever. Not all weight loss is good, but also not all exercise and weight loss is bad. It may literally save your life to lose a few pounds. Unhealthy, restrictive eating is unacceptable but aspiring to run faster mile times, have more endurance, and overall strength is not an eating disorder. Its wanting to make life easier and to prolong your lifespan. You should try it

Dear anon,

It is honestly more the tone of advice that I have an issue with than the advice itself.

I am aware that there is more I could do to live healthier. I am also trying to do so. None of us on here know the full story of the lives any of the rest of us are living.

I don't believe that regular exercise or a healthy diet are problematic. I don't believe that my current lifestyle is perfect and there are changes I want to make. I don't think it is inherently bad for people to want to change their bodies.

What I do believe is:

1. People in the culture I live in often make moral judgements about other people based on their body shape, and often adjust how they value that person based on those judgements.

This can be seen when internet strangers, who do not know my weight, lifestyle, or other health conditions assume that I am "fat and lazy" and need advice because I make posts about respecting fat people.

It can also be seen in how people interact with those of different body shapes in real life.

And it can be seen in media, where villains and comedic characters are more likely to be fat than the main hero.

2. People deserve to be treated respectfully even when they make bad decisions.

This is true of everyone. Everyone. You can treat people with respect and encourage improvements at the same time. But it's not necessarily the role of internet strangers to do that.

3. Giving anonymous, unsolicited, and condescending advice to strangers on the internet is rude.

I appreciate that you, dear anon, were more polite than some of the previous ones. However, I have not asked tumblr for advice on how to take care of my body, that is something I prefer to discuss with people I have a relationship with.

Even when people are correct in their advice, tone is important. Repeatedly informing me of my possible impending death is not polite.

People generally do not like receiving advice that they didn't ask for. Especially not from total strangers.

4. No one knows the full story

When interacting with other people online, it is important to remember that what you see is only a part of their life. One person who posts fat positivity may be extremely obese and not care if their health is at risk. Another person who posts fat positivity may be an underweight person with an eating disorder. I am in neither situation, but I believe both people deserve to be treated with respect and not anonymously harrassed.

Even advice that is helpful and sent with genuine kindness may come across as rude to someone who did not ask for it. Also, it is important to remember, you never know the whole story of someone who you read a few posts from.

So, I would appreciate if you and the others would kindly stop leaving messages in my inbox, and allow me to love and take care of my body in peace.

Thank you, and goodnight.

[vamptastic]

PCOS anon again, you might already know this but a lot of folks I've talked to don't so sharing in case it's helpful.

Pre-diabetes isn't a thing. Either your body has already started down the road of metabolic issues that lead to insulin resistance that eventually ends up as diagnosable type 2 diabetes, or it hasn't yet. You can have elevated blood sugars without insulin resistance/actual issues.

But most of the time if you have PCOS that's a sign that your body is on the road of metabolic issues that ends with type 2 diabetes. But a lot of the time doctors won't actually treat you in any way until your blood sugars are elevated to pre-diabetic levels and continuing to rise, which is absolute bullshit.

Type 2 diabetes is a progressive disease, and the sooner you start treating it, the longer you can delay its progression and the less likely it is that you will have to deal with its more serious complications and symptoms.

Doctors tend to start with "eat healthy and exercise and lose weight and you'll slow/reverse the metabolic issues" but that's generally bullshit. Like yes eating healthy and exercising are generally good for people, but they will not undo or reverse the underlying metabolic processes causing the issues, it at most slows it down and only for a few years. I believe research shows that non-medical interventions like diet and exercise only stop you from getting diabetes for 5 years at most.

Medications like metformin and semaglutide are what you want. The more the body struggles using the insulin, the more insulin it makes, and eventually the insulin making part of you breaks and you need to take insulin shots to give your body the insulin it needs to function. Non-insulin diabetes medications help the body use insulin so that you get the energy you need and you avoid putting strain on the insulin making part because your body is using the insulin it's making and isn't asking for more.

Untreated diabetes is effectively your body slowly starving to death because it cannot use the insulin it makes and so cannot get and use the energy that is in the food you eat. With untreated and unmedicated diabetes you can eat and eat and eat and never feel full because regardless of how much you eat your body can't use it so it stores it as fat so you gain weight and get judged for overeating while effectively slowly starving to death.

Diabetes causes permanent nerve damage and chronic nerve pain because of that. It can lead to dysautonomic conditions like POTS by damaging your nerves. It can cause cataracts, and even blindness. It is the leading non-accident cause of foot and leg amputations. It kills you and makes you feel awful the entire time it does so.

Diabetes is not the "ha ha you ate too much sugar and now your getting the punishment you deserve" disorder. Whether or not you get type 2 diabetes is a mix of genetics and luck. Diabetes is a serious condition that people are misinformed about and don't take as seriously as they should because of that.

If you have PCOS and your blood sugars are going up but doctor is making you wait until your blood sugar rises to pre-diabetic or diabetic levels before treating you, that is either a bad doctor or one who doesn't actually understand diabetes and how it functions (unfortunately common). If you have PCOS and your blood sugars are rising you deserve treatment as soon as possible to help prevent you from developing full blown type 2 diabetes for as long as you possibly can.

If you, like me, are already diabetic, please know that it's not your fault. It's not a punishment for eating sweet things and I'm sorry if people make you feel like it is. I'm sorry that you are also suffering with the dual issues of Diabetes itself and the horrible stigma about having type 2 diabetes. Fellow diabetics and PCOS havers I love you all and do something nice for yourselves because you deserve it.

I appreciate the writeup, all of this is spot-on.

I started Metformin myself at 18 with an A1c and fasting glucose under the prediabetic range, because I had hyperinsulinemia. Given my extensive family history of Type 2 and other autoimmune diseases, I think if it had started to progress to the point of hyperglycemia it would have been Bad.

It really improved my health across the board. I didn't lose weight but I stopped gaining it for the first time in my life. Metabolic markers like my triglycerides and cholesterol have been steadily improving without any major changes to diet and exercise, my liver and kidneys stopped throwing up weird numbers (apparently that's related!), and the weird menopause-esque symptoms I used to get like hot flashes stopped.

I see it as preventative healthcare and I am supremely glad I started it early because I think if I waited for it to get worse I simply would've been stuck on the path to Type 2. Really really hope more endocrinologists take the preventative attitude of my doctor and also stop telling people to diet and exercise and bootstraps their way out of a fundamentally Fucked metabolic system. Turns out it's easier to eat healthy when your hunger signals aren't messed up as well.