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You were all kinds Of perfect I was All of the other kinds
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incompatible
You were all kinds Of perfect I was All of the other kinds

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passion
I have been taught it is more appropriate To fill the glass I am offered Than to pour everything I have and demand a larger glass
you’re so vain
I don't care what you think. You think the reason is anything External? How could I even hear your judgement The voices inside are loud enough Already
I’ve never had a drop
"Why don't you drink?" In college, I'm asked this often As I ride piggyback on my friends Between houses full with pulsating music Warm bodies and A frenetic youth. They are surprised as I pull them out to dance Seemingly free of inhibition Equally subject to mischief And mistakes The most sober in the room. My response is usually a soft deflection A blase laugh Or a smile and quick comment of dismissal. It fails to mention the word co-morbid. For how could they understand what it means To have an "addictive personality". That my highs quickly become baselines That I cling to Desperate So afraid of falling in. Growing up others described me as "deep" Did they know that the deeper the water The easier to drown. The farther to fall from the cliff of normalcy To the chasms that churn That scream That pull at your ankles That threaten to engulf you And toss you in their current Until you can no longer force your way out Until you no longer remember such a place existed Where your lungs were not heavy Your breath not frantic. When I'm among the lights and the noise I would rather not think About the time I've spent in places Where hope seems ironic Where the notion of carefree So strikingly juxtaposed To the cold sweat Shaking limbs The quaking shrieks The pounding fists. White walls unnervingly pristine Have no place in my present In a basement teeming with pungent aromas With beer stained sneakers With laughter With life. My stay was for other vices A different demon of choice I picked a different poison Which left me battered and broken A punishment topped only by the beating that came From letting it go. Why don't I drink? For many reasons The main being White walls Withdrawals And sleepless nights with cold sweats as reminders that you are simultaneously drowning and engulfed in flames that the world outside is dark and as grey as your own matter devoid of some cosmic chemical that is supposed to produce happiness where you instead have none. I'm clinging to my baseline. And when any elixir could elicit an earthquake Well then I suppose that's why I don't drink.
Anxiety Gif Master Post
Breathe in and out with this box
Follow the brush with your eyes
DBT Self-Help Resources: Self-Soothe Anxiety Collection
if only I had seen these during my last anxiety attack
If it helps

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Things I Wish I Knew
-You are a woman and are meant to be soft -You are a human being, not a human doing -Nothing in nature blooms all year -Your body is smarter than you are and has your best interests at heart. Listen to it and don't distrust it or try to trick it. You won't win. It may take years, but eventually you will not be able to fight it anymore. Or you'll die. -Nobody gives a damn about your six pack and chiseled arms -The body that allows you to live life to the fullest is your ideal body -Your need to be toned and fit and thin is a construct of diet culture created by capitalism to make us see imperatives and rules and expectations that aren't real to sell us products and services that we don't need -Your desire for the perfect body is masochistic and a result of the patriarchy- and mostly capitalism -Boys don't care if you have abs -Straying from your clean diet makes you healthier- it keeps you from binging and keeps you balanced and also keeps healthy weight on you -Fat is a hormonally productive and active organ, not just an energy storage unit -All of your abuse will catch up to you eventually -You are not smarter than your body and your body is not trying to trick you and it is not stupid and you are not greedy -You are not your thoughts -You have the power to change how you perceive things -You are in control -Don't be so paranoid -Be more open to the needs of others -It is the friends and connections we make that we remember
-You are capable and worthy and exceptional as a birthright
Bankrupt Diet Culture
Eating disorders are pervasive. They are very common- too common. Even more common is disordered eating, brought on by a culture obsessed with dieting, fueled by the health and fitness, wellness, diet, pharmaceutical, and beauty industries which make billions, even trillions of dollars every year off of our collective insecurities.
Capitalism has fabricated ideals and standards that never before existed and have no logical or factual basis in order to force us to see imperfections where they don't exist so that we will buy products and plans that we would never need if we just embraced our own intuition, the natural wisdom of our bodies, and the notion of our own inherent self worth as divine elements of creation built exactly as we should be.
Why do we not trust our own bodies, why do we believe that there is some one size fits all standard, look, diet, exercise, or plan that is more correct than what our own body and intuition tells us?
What could be more unnatural?
For those who don't yet have an eating disorder and want to avoid it, a tip:
Bankrupt diet culture. Choose to love yourself, and to trust yourself. And encourage others to do the same.
Your framework is flawed.
Nature is perfect. It is time you stopped doubting your instinct and started doubting your perceptions and judgements of that instinct.
Man is tricky.
Your soul and deepest intuitions are the embodiment of nature in the self, your mind and thoughts are the embodiment of humanity in the self.
You have misidentified which is flawed.
What does an eating disorder look like?
What does an eating disorder look like? That question is fundamentally flawed. An eating disorder is the neurological misidentification of food as a threat. It is not an age, race, gender, weight, or size. An eating disorder is not something that can be defined. And it certainly cannot be seen.
You cannot measure if someone pushes themselves to produce not out of self-fulfillment but out of the guilt of taking up energy and space they believe themselves fundamentally unworthy of
You cannot weigh if someone is a size 4 in a body that is begging to be a size 8
You cannot see if someone still has thick thighs but has thinning bones
You cannot weigh that someone appears to eat plenty only to be racked with a fear so debilitating and unexplainable they will do anything to expel it
You cannot watch someone's organs failing as they smile and distract to disguise their suffering
You cannot weigh how someone screams and claws at their skin
How they collapse in frustration, prisoner to a demon that fills their bones and blood with an explosive, burning, screeching energy of pure terror and confusion
How it whispers to them of their worthlessness, how it punishes them for deviation, how it tears at their vulnerable, malnourished, tiny, frightened mind
How they are forced into continuing to kill themselves slowly, because death is not so frightening as the torture their own mind can inflict
You cannot measure frustration You cannot see self-worth You cannot weigh terror
An eating disorder does not look like anything.

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Positivity
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A little blog I wrote on the power of positive thinking! Check it out, many people have found it helpful!
Fat Phobia
I see people telling fat people lose weight "for their health", all the time. Fat people face constant stigma. This takes the shape of overt rudeness to this more insidious form that tries to hide behind the guise of concern and helpfulness. I'd like to point out that many people I know who eat like crap and rarely work out and are naturally thin are rarely told to change their habits, particularly by people online who are unaware of them, for their "own good". This is also the case with people with eating disorders and/or exercise dependence who are destroying their insides but look a way that society deems "fit and healthy". Instead, they are often praised for their progress, dedication, or any other one of the many fitness buzzwords. People complimented me in the gym constantly for my physique and difficult routines, days before I entered the hospital for clinical malnutrition. There are many inspirational fat women online who trumpet their talent and love of dance, yoga, veganism, health, happiness, and other pursuits to shed the stereotype that have the size of your body is in any way an indication of your well-being.
Health comes in every size.
So you’re going to need to rethink your “constructive criticisms”. As Morgan Freeman said (somewhat adjusted by me ;)): “I hate the term [fat] phobia. You are not afraid. You are an asshole.”
Careful what you wish for
"You had an addiction to exercise? Ha! I wish I had that problem!" When I entered the hospital I was 20 pounds underweight (at 5'1.5 that's a scarily significant percentage of my total body weight), had experienced massive bone loss, hair loss, and the complete shutdown of my reproductive system. My cognitive function was severely diminished, and I was plagued by a constant, earth shattering sense of urgency and panic. I was at risk of seizures and heart, lung, or liver failure at any moment. I was deprived of the chemicals and hormones that stimulate happiness and normalcy and beat away at my body in order to try to coax some sort of response out of it. You want my problems? Fuck you