bai-xue:

once-a-polecat:

almostdefinitelydying:

mythicgeek:

platinum-k-i-l-l-s:

lizzies-looks:

3rd grade I was told I need to lose weight.

So many abusive things happen from not being stick thin, like really damaging things that people write off and just think we’ll grow out of. It creates the seeds for mental and physical illness and distortion.

“3rd grade I was told I need to lose weight.”

same

when I was 12, my dad sat me down and said he was worried about me bc he said I was getting fat. and he said it in such a way that made me think it was the most terrible thing ever. and then he grabbed my stomach and squeezed what little puppy-flab I had and made a disgusted face.

a year later I almost died from anorexia.

fun times. thanks “dad”,

When I was 11 my mom took me to a clinic for some bullshit homeopathic drops and some crazy restricted diet with sprouted bread and unsalted butter. We didn’t even have the money for that crap, I think she borrowed from my grandma.

When I was 5 or 6 a girl in my dance class made fun of me for being chubby and having a round face. Dropped out of dance soon after and spent the next few years trying to suck my cheeks in whenever I went out in public. Fatphobia fucking ruins lives.

When I was 10 (and just started puberty) I started feeling self conscious after I ate too much and thought about making myself throw up. Thankfully I had a good relationship with my mom and I told her and she told me if I ever feel like that again to talk to her because that wasn’t good. Luckily the feelings passed but five years later they came back and I developed bulimia.

What’s especially yikes is when I was 10 I had no idea what bulimia or eating disorders were so the idea of purging was totally organic.