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My ed: wow all you think about is food you fatass

Me: ikr it’s like I have an eating disorder or something

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Just a reminder:

Feeling invalid and like you’re faking your disorder is PART OF YOUR DISORDER

Wanting to starve yourself but not actually being able to do it is PART OF YOUR DISORDER

Recovery does NOT come easily

Constant binging is PART OF YOUR DISORDER

Being able to eat normally without guilt for periods of time is PART OF YOUR DISORDER

Being able to restrict easily one day and not the other is PART OF YOUR DISORDER

Please treat your minds nicely

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trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. eating is really hard when you hate yourself. life is really hard when you hate yourself

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You can be 300lbs and have an ed, you can be 100lbs and have an ed.

Not all of us want to be 80lbs and not all of us want to be over 100, we want to be pretty, accepted, happy.

Your SW, CW and GW do not validate your ed.

You can eat 1,000cals a day and have an ed, you can eat 200 cals a day and have an ed.

No one can tell you that your not struggling.

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I think that therapist is probably on a register...

I still think that, i look so fat. But my therapist told me to post a lod of pics of my body, cus it would help or somting.

I think it’s bullshit. But i’ll try.

(just chilling, not sucking in)

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please reblog/like if you’re active

looking for new blogs to follow !

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Baked beans!

i’m curious.

reblog with one of your fear foods. i’ll start:

donuts

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can ppl stop asking me how i lost weight like i starve myself karen idk what you want me to say

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My anorexia covering my eyes from seeing food so I don’t have a binge

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I hate working out

Am I the only Ana who hates to work out. Like omg I hate it. I want to starve okay and that’s all

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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.

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Is it bad that I want people to worry for me? That I want them to ask if I’ve eaten? To tell me that I must eat?

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Wow

“At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat. Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body. I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like. I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help. Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter. And that, that’s what love is.”

— Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

That is beautiful Absolutely Beautiful

(via ourdaysarenumbered13)

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I wish.