#tw eating disorder
i’ll be adding this to my dni on my carrd but holy shit, if you’re a pro ed account or an acc that actively promotes other forms of self harm or suicide don’t follow me or interact with me.
an account obviously dedicated to promoting ed’s asked to be on the taglist for my riki fic and while i DO appreciate them wanting to read my stuff, that’s just… no. i don’t want any sort of that negativity here. i understand that it’s an illness—i struggled (and still struggle sometimes) with food but i’m not going to allow that on my blog. it’s triggering, and it glorifies and promotes harmful behavior.
just know that if you follow or interact with me and i see that you’re a blog that allows any of this then it’s an immediate hard block—no soft blocking. it’s simply not tolerated here in the slightest.
“I’m fine Cas.” Alex sighed, shaking his head. All of his thoughts were fuzzy and his hands were shaking, but he was fine. It wasn’t a big deal, this wasn’t the first time he’d collapsed out of nowhere. It’d a little over a year ago. It really scared him back then, but now… now it felt sort of normal. Alex let Cas lead him back into the library, glad to find a quiet space in the world as they sat down, the other handing him a water bottle. “Thanks.” He wondered if Casper was serious when he offered to listen to him if he needed to talk, but at the same time, he didn’t have much to say. “I’m not taking very good care of myself, am I?” Alex asked, taking slow sips. He wasn’t really interested in the water and it showed.
Alex wasn’t avoiding food, he didn’t have any issue with it! He just wasn’t hungry anymore. He was tired. But if he could push himself a little farther, was that really such a bad thing? Cutting was a disaster, this was the only show of strength he really had. The boy sighed, making short circles over the bottle with his finger. He knew. Showing ribs, the cold, drops in blood pressure- It was getting harder and harder to cut. It was driving him insane. No matter how deep he tired to go, they bled like dull, shallow cuts. Seeping lifelessly. It killed him inside! He was too weak to ruin himself properly! He was too weak to do anything!
If he was serious about this, if he was for real, he wouldn’t have been on the floor begging for attention! He would have been able to go a little deeper! “I don’t know.” This wasn’t going well. He was finished talking. There wasn’t anything left to say. It was all just… there. “Thanks for the water.” Alex said, downing the bottle and walking away.
He threw up the water over a trashcan less than five minutes later, the ringing in his ears getting so loud it wouldn’t have mattered if Casper was talking or not. Alex sighed. He didn’t feel good… He was so tired.
Unpopular opinion but what was so terrible about Sam Levinson suggesting Kat gets an eating disorder storyline? It would’ve been way better than what we actually got and I’m sure it would’ve been relatable for many. And no, don’t start wirh the “glorification” argument- just because something is portrayed on screen doesn’t mean the author is condoning it. Many teen dramas portrayed eating disorders but most did it very half-assedly maybe in this case it would’ve been better. For all his flaws Sam Levinson is good at writing addiction storylines and eating disorder is basically an addiction.
Like I know you all hate him right now but I genuinely don’t understand why this would be such a terrible thing
So apparently Barbie Ferrera said that she finds the idea “tired and insulting” but why? It’s not tired, eating disorders aren’t talked about enough or even seen as illnesses and those who suffer from them are usually told to just get over it. Why she finds it insulting I genuinely do not understand
Unpopular opinion but what was so terrible about Sam Levinson suggesting Kat gets an eating disorder storyline? It would’ve been way better than what we actually got and I’m sure it would’ve been relatable for many. And no, don’t start wirh the “glorification” argument- just because something is portrayed on screen doesn’t mean the author is condoning it. Many teen dramas portrayed eating disorders but most did it very half-assedly maybe in this case it would’ve been better. For all his flaws Sam Levinson is good at writing addiction storylines and eating disorder is basically an addiction.
Like I know you all hate him right now but I genuinely don’t understand why this would be such a terrible thing
I have a billion allergies, even more intolerances, textural issues, and even more issues with food. And to make it worse? I have an ED. Eating is a minefield and I just want a break so bad, but I can’t because if I’m not hyperaware I’ll die, but when I am hyperaware it worsens the ED and is extremely exhausting. For once I’d like to see ableds actually think about the consequences of their actions for disabled ppl when it comes to food and food service and “free food” at meetings and events
so much
The irony is that for people with eating disorders, breakfast, lunch, and dinner can actually be a LOT to think about.
When my suicidal ideation coincides with a relapse of my eating disorder
My eating disorder when my therapist tries to tell me what I need to do
Me after finding out my friends knew about my eating disorder all along
some fear foods that I have:
peanut butter (more than 1 tbsp)
cereal (makes me bloat)
dairy milk
donuts
granola
pancakes
white bread
chocolate/coconut keto chunks (SO many cal)
soda
any type fast food (besides chipotle)
oil
butter (in large quantity)
cake
any meat that’s not lean/healthy
orange juice
pizza
sugary energy drinks
syrup
fried shrimp
mozzarella sticks
box mac n cheese
yogurt (low fat greek yogurt safe tho)
coffee creamer
salad dressing
frosting
oreos
i have problems :)))
and it weighs me down
a lonely frown
no more gazing into a mirror
when in a muddy puddle, i see myself much clearer
when finally my combat gear’s shoved aside
i will no longer fight
how could all the saving
make me dismiss life as a craving
a fool’s fatality
wangled the very best of me
cant stomach thin air
tangled in loose hair
that drains a plain white sink
not empty now, let’s have a drink
sparkling clear drops
falling on and into skin
what to do when lose means win
what to do with contradictions
evolving into afflictions
compliments cloak calamity
dwindling into misery
with worth built upon pyrite
a shining corpse - it serves me right
for the only cutlery I allowed
were forked tongues feeding my doubt
One day I sware this’ll be me (her BMI 15.9 109lbs)
i didn’t threw up today, im 14 days clean of self harm so my hands are healing well and tomorrow is friday the 13th so let me just say im HAPPY!!!
Tw: ed mentions
Sometimes I still have and struggle with the old thoughts I had about my weight but honestly? That was almost entirely directed at myself. Idk how y'all got into this fucking thinspo and fatspo shit.
Maybe it’s just because I understood that fat is just stored energy for your body and is important like any other part of you.
Or that our bodies are naturally designed to store energy to different degrees and people being fat comes from various influences, including but not limited to genetics.
Or that being skinny wasn’t automatically healthier than being fat and came with its own array of health problems. (How many of you have fainted from starving/malnutrition? Raise ur hands! It almost landed me in a hospital twice! Maybe more, only two stood out.)
Or that aesthetic values shouldn’t jeopardize one’s health. Most beauty standards like skinny being most healthy are bullshit designed for someone else to profit from our suffering. (See above! How is that healthy?)
Or maybe I just understand that people deserve basic respect and there are so many reasons that fat people are fat.
Either way… You have no right to judge a person’s health or worth at a glance just because you feel disgusted at the thought of yourself being fat. You have no right to treat other people like garbage for their appearance just because you feel like shit in your body. Your ED is an illness. You are not healthy. Your mindset is bad because it harms you. In fact, you are likely more unhealthy than the people you make fun of to encourage yourself and your EDs.
Being skinny does not make you better or healthier than fat people. If you’re gonna hate your body, don’t drag others down trying to bring yourself up. It will have a different effect on you than you think it will. I’ve been there. I’m still there. That’s why I know what you’re doing is wrong and harmful.
genuine question for those of you who are comfortable answering: how old were you when you started using the internet & do you regret using it that young
I was about 18, and, no, I wish it had been accessible well before then.
18 means mid-90s, y'all
Yeah I feel I should clarify that when I say “I was like 8,” I was like 8 in the far off year of 1998.
Y'all remember ezboards? I remember ezboards.
We got AOL when I was 10. The whole family shared a screen name for a hot minute - ancient times. No ragrets, no.
“you are what you eat”
no wonder I’m too much
being chronically ill whilst having an ed is the most exhausting shit ever
i would sell my kidneys, kill my family, stub all my toes, walk on legos, and sell my souls to the devil to look like goddamn kendall jenner
anyone else have the problem where their constantly in a calorie deficit (i eat around 500-700 calories a day without realizing it) but i’m still gaining weight wtf how do i fix this???
Star Ratings:
Characters: **** (4 stars)
Character Development: **** (4 stars)
Plot: *** (3 stars)
Writing: **** (4 stars)
Overall: **** (4 stars)
Age range recommendation: 12 -18
Review by Morgan. Originally posted on Navigating The Stormy Shelves. This review is of an Advance Reader’s Copy, and some details may have changed before publication.
I seriously dig swamp magic. I mucked around writing half a novel about swamp faeries one Spring, and it was good fun. The bayous down South hold me in dreadful fascination, even though I’ve never really explored that part of the country and would probably quit after an hour because of the insects. Swamps make a great setting for mysterious or threatening otherworldly activity, with weird creatures and secrets hidden down below the slime. Hence my excitement for this new YA novel set in Louisiana, where ghostly girls come out of the bayou and local legends mix with memories which may or may not be trustworthy. Beware The Wild is Natalie C. Parker’s first book, and I’m excited to see it in bookstores because there can never be too many creepy swamp stories. This is a good one.
Sterling is distraught that her older brother, Phineas, will be leaving their tiny Louisiana town for college soon. She’s always looked to him for protection, but now he’s just going to disappear. That is, she’s sad about him leaving until he really disappears into the spooky swamp that haunts the borders of town – the swamp that’s home to all sorts of unhappy legends, where no one dares tread and which no one will admit has something sinister at its heart. Once Phin crosses the border, Sterling becomes terrified that her brother won’t ever return in one piece. And things only get weirder when a girl comes out of the swamp and takes his place, quite literally replacing Phineas in everyone else’s memories and even in physical evidence. No one believes that Sterling had a brother; not her parents, not her friends, no one except for Heath. Because Heath lost his best friend to the swamp, too, and has been carrying Nathan’s memory on his own ever sense. Even while false memories of a sisterhood with this mysterious Lenora May threaten to take over Sterling’s desperation to save her brother, she and Heath hang on to what they know is true and try to face the twisted magic which makes the swamp so dangerous.
Wow, so, the plot of Beware The Wild really hits the ground running. Phin has disappeared by page three, and the swamp demands our attention from the very first sentence. The girl who comes out of the swamp – Lenora May – establishes herself as a mysteriously compelling tangle in Sterling’s suddenly messed-up life before we even see inside of the high school. And that’s only chapter one! The family drama, friendship dynamics, and past romantic tensions come to light gradually, as Sterling grapples with her memories. She thinks she’ll have to rescue Phin on her own at first, which would obviously be difficult, and the swamp’s background gets clearer as she struggles to come up with a plan. Sterling’s own history solidifies gradually, too. Her voice is well-defined, and the town’s spooky ambiance is believable, so I was able to accept each revelation as it came. The magical solutions which Sterling and Heath use to save their friends were dishearteningly simple in their execution, but the magical logic behind their attempts was sound enough to keep me reading.
The legends connected to the swamp took on different cadences depending upon who told them. Mrs. Clary at the general store is a bit mystical, so her superstitions had me convinced that something awful lives beyond the boundaries. Candy – Sterling’s best friend – is a hardcore skeptic who just happens to love telling the local scary stories. A good mix of very American characters from all perspectives – on matters magical as well as sociable – made for a realistic, modern variety of of attitudes towards whatever danger lies just beyond rational belief.
As Sterling and Heath soon come to understand, the line between memory and belief can get fuzzy when no one else can remember the truth.
For the most part, the characters were developed nicely. None of them will become favorites of 2014 for me, but they were fun and passionate; likable products of such a cool setting. I thought that the villainous figure could have been developed much further, though with so much going on and quite a few twists I guess there wasn’t much space for even more exposition.
The writing was fairly strong, especially for a debut. First-person present-tense narratives usually bug me, but the pacing and narrative worked well together, here. I loved how certain details were allowed to slip through the cracks for a little while, until the reader could suddenly realize that something (or someone) was missing at the same time that Sterling notices. The suspense took on the logic of dreams at those moments, in a consistent way that created a uniquely alarming effect. Rather than being a jumpy or gory horror novel, Beware The Wild sustains a vaguely sinister tension up through its conclusion, with a few light breaks for awkward dates and emotionally fraught snack attacks.
On the subject of snacks: anyone struggling with an eating disorder might want to give Beware The Wild a miss for now, since Sterling has many a Bad Food Thought. Her decisions and motives are clearly influenced by starvation in several instances. Other characters definitely act as the voice of reason against Sterling’s worrying behavior, but, as in Brandy Colbert’s Pointe (which I enjoyed but also deals with an ED) the main character’s inner narrative is very prevalent. Therefore, whenever Sterling throws out a meal or lies about what she’s eaten, her rationalizations become part of the story. All that sound advice from Candy, Phin, Heath, and other healthy characters comes after a strong emotional aversion to feeding herself properly. For most readers, this will just be an interesting point of character development. And, rest assured, Sterling does change her attitude towards food as the book goes on. Unfortunately, for those of us who have also looked for reasons not to eat – especially those of us who thought not eating could make us stronger, somehow – the element of starvation here could easily be a trigger. So proceed with caution, please!
I recommend Beware The Wild to fans of American ghost stories and superstition junkies. People who like intriguingly claustrophobic settings for their paranormal drama. Teenagers with complicated feelings about their families, and anyone who daydreams about how they’ll be remembered when they’re gone. (I, for one, have spent many an hour wondering how best to achieve immortality through other peoples’ stories. Even if it’s just, “Don’t do that or you’ll end up like Sarah." A cautionary legend, if you will. The impact of forgetting in this book hit my dreamy side hard.)
Beware The Wild has an atmosphere and themes in common with Beautiful Creaturesand(Don’t You) Forget About Me,even though I liked Beware The Wild much better than either of those. The rich setting and bizarre twists were comparable, but Parker managed to make her characters and magic more accessible, even when we have to get to know them on the fly. It wasn’t quite so stunning as Franny Billingsley’s Chime,but honestly I can’t imagine anything replacing Chime in my affections. This book has found a place on the high end of my bog-magic list, nonetheless.
The magic in this particular swamp is unique in its function, but hauntingly familiar in the way that it seeps into the sort of fears we try to ignore: that of forgetting, but also of loving too hard, and giving up hope. A good swamp story is fertile ground for those worries, playing them back to us on a seemingly natural stage, where something unnatural lurks under every root and rock. Natalie C. Parker’s threatening but lovely swamp has drudged up a ghost story, and a couple of love stories, which will be a welcome addition to the Southern Gothic YA genre.