the fact that you have to be diagnosed with an eating disorder to get access to resources and support a majority of the time kills people. having to meet a certain bmi to be diagnosed kills people, having to reach a certain level of severity to be diagnosed kills people, needing a diagnosis to be taken seriously kills people. self diagnosis for eating disorders is beyond valid; self diagnosis for eating disorders saves lives
Honestly, most eating disorder recovery blogs are just for thin people with eating disorders and completely disregard the experiences of fat people with eating disorders in the posts they make and reblog. We need to start acknowledging that and stop making recovery all about how it’s “okay to have a little pudge~!” And how “every woman has a little belly, that’s where your uterus is!” (Not to mention how dominated the recovery scene is by cisgender women.) Even posts like “It’s okay to gain weight in your twenties, you’re not a kid anymore!” dismiss the countless fat people with eating disorders who were fat as children and are still fat now. “Don’t worry if a pair of jeans that fits is a size bigger than usual for you, clothing companies use random numbers!” Thanks! That seriously helps people who are a size 22, or 26, or 30!
If your eating disorder recovery content is not applicable to all body sizes, does not actually dismantle fatphobia, and sounds no different than watered down “body positive” posts of thin people reassuring other thin people of their thinness, then your recovery content is useless and harmful. And it’s both useless and harmful for people with fat bodies as well as for the people with bodies you actually care about.
“reblog this or you don’t support minorities!” “if you don’t reblog this then all of your followers should hate you!” “if you have a bad thought then you actually think that way and you’re a horrible person!” “you can only like ‘good’ things and if you like something ‘bad’ then you’re awful!” i am going to throttle you with my bare hands
Do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affectionÂ
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2022, commenting on this post from 2016. There’s been a lot of people on this site lately being like “oooh no don’t make viral uwu I’m so pathetic, little, and defenseless and my poor notifications can’t handle 10k reblogs” well first of all ALL of us are pathetic, little, and defenseless and secondly none of our notifications can handle 10k reblogs and thirdly I’m not a coward and I think this should have a million notes. Not because of its own merit as a post, I just think it’d be funny if when I turn 30 this year and I reflect on the greatest accomplishments of my life thus far, I have to at least consider putting “famous tumblr popcorn post” on the list
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2023, in May specifically, I’m 30 and for the record it rules, I had a lil aging crisis and now I’m past that and I’m just like goddamn it is great being in my thirties and I had a wonderful birthday NO THANKS TO YOU GUYS
actually, much thanks to you guys. Some of you were inspiringly crazy about this post. Frankly you worked harder for this than I did, and your efforts were touching and inspiring and funny and yet we STILL FAILED. GUYS WE GOTTA PUT OUR EYES BACK ON THE BALL. We have ehhh about six months before I turn the big three-one, which is actually the most important birthday because now you’re in your thirties For Real, and I personally can’t think of a better way to ring in my 31st year of life than by trying and failing to do something that I was hoping to knock out in my twenties.
Good luck, kiddo
Are you satisfied, op? When will it be enough?
I feel I couldn’t have been clearer about the number at which this will be enough
