A new friend who runs half marathons and is overall a pretty fit person told me about how her performance has gotten so much better since she started eating adequate amounts of food.
Meanwhile I’m sitting here eating my granola butter + apple and half of my morning muffin and reflecting on how that narrative only gets a congratulatory sentiment if you’re not fat.
Considering that I haven’t posted since Christmas 2021 when things were BAD I figured I’d check in and say things are good. Hard because life but good.
I’ve been scrolling through my old blog posts looking for hashtag content to use for something I’m working on (follow lifeouttabed on the ‘gram lolz), and I just want anyone who may still be on here who needs to hear it know that it gets better.
The work is incredibly hard. It often feels impossible and fruitless and unrewarding. But I promise there will be a day when you look back at the younger version of yourself and realize that you don’t identify with that person anymore.
I recovered, and now I’m considered fat. And that’s fine.
You might too.
You may gain weight, and it may give you a body that is stigmatized. I recovered, by body is fat now. My life did not end. Yours will not either.
Embrace the possibility that that may happen, and embrace the idea that you can learn to accept yourself at that size as well. It’s possible, I’m doing it. You can too.
Work on that internalized fatphobia and get therapy if you can to work on the reasons behind your disorder.
You might get fat. Recover, it’s worth it.
Remember that you can *learn* to be happy and healthy in a body that is fat, but you will never achieve that in your eating disorder. Never.
the thing abt diet culture is that there’s no way any junk food could possibly be more self destructive than viewing your own body as not only a separate entity from yourself but as an enemy to be conquered