i truly don't have a chance

Keanu Reeves in To the Bone, dir. Marti Noxon (2017)

Say what you will about this movie but, as someone currently going through the long and gruelling and emotional recovery of an eating disorder, I found it beautiful.

It was a pure, real display of life dealing with an eating disorder that avoided any ‘triggers’ that weren’t necessary to the storyline/character development and had me in tears.

I LOVED it.

And to those complaining about it being 'triggering’, nobody forced you to watch it. So don’t pick faults at such an amazing film. Only you yourself know what will have a negative impact on you, and therefore only you can avoid these - so if you saw this film and watched it despite knowing the possible risks, that’s your fault. Not the director’s. Not the cast’s.

“Padfoot don’t listen to your family, you twat. You’re bloody brilliant! In fact, if I wasn’t with Lily you’d be my first choice. Even I have to admit, you’re arse is perfect.”

“MOONY. You are extra fergalicious today, very wolfy *most obvious wink ever*”

“what do you mean your useless? Do you not remember the great Pygmy Puff race of 76’, Wormtail?!!? DO YOU NOT REMEMBER YOUR VICTORY OVER US? WE WERE PEASANTS IN YOUR PRESENCE THAT DAY, MY LORD.”