my new roommate said that her last roommate had an eating disorder and then talked to me about her clean eating and weight loss goals and how she buys clothes that are a little snug to motivate her to lose more
and like honestly? i have anorexia but this is why i constantly talk about the dangers of the “health and fitness” industry and diet culture bc we have essentially normalized certain symptoms of disordered eating but it’s ok if it’s under the guise of health i guess???
like how is calling it “clean” eating NOT a way to moralize food
how is intermittent fasting NOT the same thing as skipping meals
how come when i buy clothes that don’t fit, it’s something i have to tell my therapist about because it means i am putting pressure on myself to fit into them, but if a “normal” person does it then it’s just motivation for them?
where is the fucking line???
and more importantly when are we going to start acknowledging that the entire world is pro-ana but that’s too harsh of a description so we slap some health buzzwords on it to make it palatable
when are we going to take responsibility for encouraging disordered behavior instead of labeling those of us with EDs as the crazy/imbalanced ones
your fucking Whole30 or keto or whatever “clean” diet you’re on is just as restrictive as the diets we create for ourselves due to our disorders. but we are the crazy ones, right
It’s so upsetting to see how many people live the same heartbreaking reality. No child (no matter how old they are) should feel the burden of their parents negativity. No child should feel anger and pain because of their parents. It doesn’t have to be physical to effect you. I hope everyone finds healing and love no matter how hard it seems to be.
Some fathers are born miserable
I think
Or at least mine was
He had a rough childhood
He hardened his heart
Threw out his feelings- left unused
He stares at the world with dead eyes
Soon, he's gifted with children
You'd think kids would change him
But he remains a miserable man to this day
Dragging us through the muck of his pain
Allowing us to swallow his discomfort and agony
Instead of teaching us things
Like love and regulating feelings-the good, the bad, and the downright ugly
We learned how to be filled with rage and emptiness
How to yell until our voice bounces off the walls
Our faces red from our generational anger
We can't help but tether his suffering
To our bones
But as an "adult"
In her Wretched Twenties
Who sees him with fresh eyes
I will not be the keeper of my fathers' pain
Anna Kamienska, from a journal entry featured in “A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook,” (x)
I really think school needs to chill a little...
I honestly feel like death with all the work
I want it to be October again
Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”
most things are not as important as garlic bread