Hey, so stop your scrolling for a bit
think about baby bunnies, and how they actually exist.
Like, they’re just little balls of fluff?
with tiny, itty-bitty noses and whiskers,
and little precious paws.
they can have ears…
When I weighed 140 pounds,
I wanted a gap between my thighs.
I wanted light to shine through that gap
to get rid of the darkness in my soul.
I wanted to be light.
I wanted to fly
to get rid of the heaviness
weighing down on my bones.
I wanted to see the white
on my rib cages
so my mind wouldn’t seem so black.
But what nobody warns you is,
the only thing you are starving yourself of
For every meal that goes down the toilet,
a part of your sanity goes with it.
You do not get lighter, darling.
You get even heavier.
Your bones get weaker
and they will break at any second.
By thinking you can’t control anything else,
you try to control your food,
But what they don’t tell you is
you lose control
You were so desperate for light
that you let yourself be thrown
into the dark
just to watch the flames
of hell burning.
They say it’s not about weight. And then weigh you.
They say it’s about needing control. And then take the control away from you.
They say it’s not about calories. And then tell you you’ve eaten too many or not enough.
They say it’s possible to recover. And then they tell you that you have a 50/50 chance of relapse.
They say it’s a state of mind. And then they tell you that you don’t meet the physical criteria.
It’s okay to need to take medicine for your mental illnesses if it helps you.
It’s not something to be ashamed of and anyone who tells you that you just need to eat better can go to hell.