mother: is it a boy or a girl?
doctor: *puts baby between teeth* it’s a metaphor
I used to BE you. I was pro-ana before you were probably born. In the year 2001. So yes, I know exactly how you feel, and 13 years later, I know how ignorant pro-ana is.
That’s great for you. You got over it and that’s amazing. For you. Just leave me alone. And by the way, I’m not a 13 year old. I’m 19. So no I’m not some kid trying to get attention and get fame. I’m in this, I’ve lost friends for this. But just leave me alone.
All of yall will see when you hopefully wake up and get over this whole ‘pro-ana’ thing is when you realize that its all bullshit. I didn’t have an ED, at least I was never diagnosed..and I didn’t need treatment, I needed a fucking reality check. I got one when my hair fell out in clumps, I and I was absolutely physically and mentally exhausted from eating around 400 calories a day. I would cry if I ate too much.. and I fucking hated myself, but I just had to be ~skinny~
I also know how it feels, I immersed myself with ‘thinspo’ and that bullshit ABC diet and various other starvation diets because I just needed to get skinny and have my bones showing and all that crap. People like you, who promote this behavior, who spread the misinformation and this whole mass idolization of ‘pro-ana’ were absolutely apart of the influence that caused me so much distress and self loathing not so many years ago.
You are contributing to this toxic community. You are not thinking of the effects that a public blog has on other people. You are not considering the consequences of your actions or the problems this whole “pro ana” can inflict on other people. ..and you just want everyone to leave the ‘pro ana’ blogs alone…? UUmmm no.
Also she didn’t call you 13, she said it was 13 years later that she realized how damn ignorant this whole concept is. Shit son.
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then