IF YOU WORK IN FOOD SERVICE AND SOMEONE TELLS YOU “I CAN’T EAT <BLANK>, CAN YOU PLEASE SEND THIS BACK AND MAKE ME A NEW ONE WITH NO <BLANK>, ” DO NOT JUST FUCKING SCRAPE WHATEVER IT IS THEY CAN’T EAT OFF THE DISH AND RE-SERVE THEM THE SAME PLATE. BRING IT BACK AND MAKE A NEW FUCKING DISH.

YOU CAN KILL PEOPLE.
YOU CAN TRIGGER A SERIOUS ALLERGIC REACTION.
YOU COULD BE HURTING SOMEONE WITH AUTOIMMUNE DISEASES OR OTHER DIET BASED ILLNESSES
DON’T. FUCKING. DO THAT.

(On body modification and chronic illness)

When you’re sick, you don’t always get to make decisions about your own body. Because your body (or your illness) makes those decisions for you

Want to eat without getting nauseous? Too bad!

Want to be able to digest food properly, and have all your organs work the way they’re supposed to? Nope! Sucker.

Want to be able to think clearly, and not be in pain? Hahahahahaha No.

And then there’s the doctors. When you’re sick, you sort of wander around the doctor’s office in a haze, going wherever they tell you to go, because you’re too tired and confused to do much else. You sit in the lab chairs they tell you too, you offer your arm, and let some random person collapse your veins 5 times before they get a result.

And it’s freezing, and unfamiliar, and you really really, don’t want to be there, but you have to be if you want to get better. So you stay. It’s a strange sort of consensual non-consent.

And it’s a terrifying loss of control.

With body modifications, it’s exact opposite. It’s all about you, and exactly what you want to happen.

You can be picky. So picky. You could spend a year researching tattoo artists, until you find the exact right one. You can obsessively check sanitation credentials. You can find an environment that serves tea, and is warm, and has soothing sage green walls, where they tell you to breathe deeply and talk calmly to you before shoving needles through your ears.

There are options, and they are all yours.

So last week, after a year full of blood draws and IV’s in cold white rooms, I chose a piercer, did my research, and took control, in one small way, of what would happen to my body that day.

To the anon who asked about my tattoos: the green wristband I always wear is for Celiac Disease (which I have) and the symbol is the footprint so I got three tiny ones on my side when I turned 18. Then I recently got the EKG guy on the chest. It’s not because I’m a nursing major.

HOW IT FEELS TO BE GLUTEN FREE

WHEN YOU REALIZE YOUR STOMACH SHOULDN’T HURT ALL THE TIME:

AND YOU GO TO THE DOCTOR AND YOU ARE TOLD THAT YOU HAVE TO BE GLUTEN FREE. FOREVER.:

AND YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY TRY, BUT THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO DO THINGS THAT USED TO BE SIMPLE, LIKE GO OUT TO EAT. AND YOU WIND UP OUTSIDE OF A RESTAURANT LIKE:

AND THEY’RE ALL LIKE:

MONTHS GO BY AND THINGS GET BETTER, BUT YOU STILL SOMETIMES WIND UP DRIVING HOME FROM THE GROCERY STORE LIKE:

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY:

Happy New Year, my gluten free friends. If any of you need me this year, I am here. Send me a message, ask me a question, submit a post. Being gluten free doesn’t always have to be awful, as long as we have each other. And wine. Each other and wine. 

VEGANS AND “THINSPO”/”FITSPO”/FAD DIET PEOPLE OF TUMBLR:  PLEASE DO NOT USE THE “GLUTEN FREE” TAG FOR PHOTOS OF VEGAN FOODS/RECIPES THAT ARE NOT GLUTEN FREE.  Not only are you getting us excited about food we cannot eat, but you are also perpetuating ignorance about what “gluten free” means, and thus putting us in more danger of being glutened than we already are.  You are literally endangering people’s health.