Fat. You don’t understand. My eyes are different from yours. My eyes speak truth. They see the real me; the nastiness I am made of. They see the fat clinging to every limb, from every angle, bouncing with every move. Fat fat fat. It’s there. I see it, I feel it, I know it.
Okay, I’m not reblogging this because I think it of myself, or at least I don’t anymore, but I used to. I really used to believe it with every fiber of my being. And yes, for those of you who don’t understand eating disorders, this is what the thoughts are like. And they never fully go away, you really just have to learn how to control them. This is why people get triggered by comments about weight or being skinny or not being skinny. About food sizes and calories and diets. People are triggered by these things and I wish more people were sensitive to that, because I am a girl who is recovered from an eating disorder, and for those of you out there who don’t understand eating disorders and don’t feel like you would ever have one, you would be surprised. I didn’t think I would have one either, and I got caught right in the middle of one. I’m not saying all of you will, and even if you never do have an eating disorder…. please please please just take posts like this one seriously because eating disorders are a real problem, and I really feel they aren’t given the amount of weight that they should. This is such a serious issue.