So, I can’t get a driver’s license because I’m “emotionally unstable”, but I’m “emotionally unstable” because I can’t drive. This couldn’t turn out any more poorly.
If this car crashes
I won’t be saved by air bags
My soul is too small
Read more for the benefits of Anorexia…
Sometimes people interrupt at the worst times. Aka, when you’re reading.
So, I ordered this shirt…
I am so sorry
That your problem with me was
The one in my head
OH THE VISUALS. The distorted mirror shot, the before/after, the measuring tape, the scales, the headless freak show, and the empty plates. Sigh. Try this: emergency rooms, crossed out social calendars, drained bank accounts, funeral programs, cancelled graduations, the forwarded emails about upcoming Dr. Phil shows.
This video is for National Eating Disorders Awareness week (Feb. 23rd - Mar. 1st, 2014) and is directed at everyone who is on the outside looking in.
A good place to start: http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/learn
Are you struggling? Take this free & confidential screening: https://www.mentalhealthscreening.org/screening/NEDA
Please share this video with everyone who is on the “outside”, thanks :)
A wilde Elijah appears on my dash!
Go watch his video guys, and share it to all the people in your life that need to hear! <3
well said young man. CAN NOT NOT share this. beauitful ! On point!
Today marks the beginning of NEDAwareness Week! Obviously the cause and this particular charity are very near and dear to my heart. Please educate yourself if you believe you, or someone you know, may have eating issues.
If you are in recovery, you’re the baddest person I know.
If you are considering recovery, it is worth it.
- wow, I wish I was skinny like you (said to me about 6 weeks before I was hospitalized)
- how do you stay so skinny and eat all that food?
- you have the perfect runner’s body
- you look really good
- we think you look better than last year (aka when I weighed more)
- he likes your body now (he being the guy I liked)
People told me these things when I was in the beginning to middle stage of anorexia. I wasn’t deathly, sterotypically thin, but I was noticeably underweight. But I wasn’t eating enough and I was running way too much. In the back of my head, I knew what I was doing wasn’t right. When people told me these things, however, that nagging thought that something might be wrong got pushed away. The people who told me these things weren’t trying to hurt me, but they unknowingly gave ED fuel. Please think before you make comments on someone’s weight. You don’t know what they’re going through. Instead, tell them the are smart or funny or nice or make their world brighter. We don’t have to live in a world where the size of our pants matters more than the size of our hearts.
I don’t want to jinx this, but I think I’m coming out the other end of the depression tunnel.