Watching Caroline Rothstein got me rattled. Time for a mind dump;
Women have hated their bodies since the beginning of time. Fat is fear. Fat is grotesque. Most would choose death over fat.
Hate the fat people, they are contagious.
We chatter obsessively about food, shaming ourselves, rewarding our cravings, oblivious to the finely tuned in ears of our daughters, who see themselves our distorted mirrors.
Women suck at supporting one another.
We are fake in our sympathy because we can not escape ourselves. The green eyed monster clings on to our bloated stomachs and cellulite thighs, halting real relationships with a thinner friend. This I know, for I am a skinny bitch.
We all have a story.
Diagnosis is individual, and sometimes flawed. Control, shame, and abuse rank high on the list of reasons for our destruction. Genes plague many, but for the growing group of others its pure and simple vanity, like it or not.
Anorexics… just eat already.
Bulimics don't purge…they vomit. Alone. In places and ways unimaginable.
Athletes…they are just following the rules. It's dedication.
EDNOS sufferers flounder somewhere in between hoping to qualify.
We are Weight-Watcher Lifers, Pro Ana Wannabes, Morbidly Obese Shut Ins, and True-Blue Anorexics. We have more in common than we care to admit.
Parents are a saving grace or the nail in our coffin.
Mothers who would give their life for their child, wrongly blaming themselves for our condition. Others who have knowingly brainwashed since birth.
Insurance companies fight to blame us, getting back to their paperwork as we die in silence. Mental disease doesn't count in this country you weak, pathetic soul. Just keep it hidden, hold it down, don't bother us with your nonsense. Bring back the good ole' sanitariums. Lock 'em up.
Only you can stop self hate chatter.
It is you who must seek the help you so desperately need. Only you can turn off the racket. But it is us who must unite.
I have escaped, but I still want to ride along with you.
Absorbed in your misery to force different thoughts. Momentarily causing a pause. Hoping ideas will bring you the soul you have never known.