Pyrrsefanie
Posts: 1222
Joined: 9/18/2007 From: NEW HAMPSHAAAAAAH! Status: offline
|
Wow, this thread pretty much floored me. I'm not going to judge you. I don't know you, I have no personal attachment to you, and therefore if you die from whatever disorder (physical or psychological) you have, I will not be affected in the least bit. Harsh, huh? But it's true. Nobody on these forums will call in sick to work or shed a tear over it. We're strangers. We can't possibly be in your skin or understand what's going through your mind. Well. Maybe I can a little bit. I've struggled with body image issues for most of my life. I've done it all -- extreme diets, binging/purging, abusing various substances to get to an ideal weight that kept going lower and lower and lower because I could never be skinny enough. I'm paying for it now, too. My weight is all kinds of fucked up and will probably never be normal again. I complained about being 118 pounds without exerting any effort whatsoever, convinced that I was morbidly obese. Now I'm 150 and fighting tooth and nail to get even to 135. Check that out, I'm fatter than when I started! AWESOME! Not to mention the seizures and other health problems that have rendered me very nearly unable to do anything in my day-to-day life, but disability won't cover the rent check or the medical expenses I've incurred trying to undo the damage I did to myself. So I've got to struggle through an eight-hour work day despite the fact that I can barely function after two or three hours at a damn desk job, and my college plans have been delayed because I don't have the strength to attend school full-time. Everyone close to me in my life, including my darling fiance, has been taken for a roller coaster ride of watching me alternate between kind-of-okay and in a hospital bed near death, so there's the guilt over completely screwing with their lives and emotions because hey, I thought I was a porker! At 118 pounds! And the photos, oh God, the photos of me when I was at the peak of my delusion, where I look like a Holocaust victim with hollowed-out cheekbones and bags under my eyes and sticks for arms and legs! Where I thought I was the sexiest thing on two legs and actually went out in public looking absolutely disgusting! Yeah, that's totally the right choice for me! None of that's going to have an effect on you, though. I know it won't. Because when people gave me the same speech, I called bullshit and told them that they didn't know me and to butt out. So y'know what... I'm butting out. But I've said my piece, so my conscience is clear. You're a big girl -- if the 85 in your username signifies your birth year, you're actually two years older than me. An adult, really. Obviously whatever you decide is going to be the best for you. Maybe not for your friends, your family, or your health... but at least you'll feel pretty, right?
|