very-aesthetically-challenged:
The thing is, people think people like me glorify eating disorders – specifically anorexia – by having blogs like this, sharing pretty photos of emaciated women, of sharing posts of others who are trying to weigh less, less, less.
The truth is, though, we’re suffering – we were always suffering, before it even became about food, and our bodies became the canvas for the suffering. And as with depression, when you live with pain long enough, sometimes the only way to survive is to make the darkness and pain beautiful. To endure the freezing cold by focusing on how many calories you’re burning. By holding through the hunger pangs by telling yourself how beautiful it will be to be thin. By dealing with the nausea and headaches and dizziness and pain by telling yourself it’s going to make you beautiful and happy.
When you make the suffering beautiful, you’re not doing it to sell the notion to others – you’re doing it to give yourself a reason to stay alive. If being thin, starving, killing your body slowly is the only purpose you have to live, then at least you’re alive. Of course, the irony is that anorexia has the highest mortality rate of any mental illness, but it’s still better than killing yourself because your parents treat you like shit, because nobody loves you, because you hate yourself and every inch of your skin.
We don’t glorify this illness because we think it’s pretty. We glorify this illness because it’s the only way to convince ourselves to keep going – to stay alive.
This^^❤️
definitely not glorifying anything. Im always here to direct people to resources if theyre ready to recover
This is just an outlet for me. I’ve never given a response that was geared towards anything but positivity
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