My therapist and I decided that from now on, when I’m thinking something negative about myself, I’m going to imagine that Donald Trump is saying it, because it’s really easy for me to just tell him to fuck off.
Trump: “Your thighs are fat.” Me: “Fuck you and your fucking wall.”
when the fog clears and you realize what your disorder has made you do, it can hit hard. it’s okay to be sad and mourn for the time you lost. but eventually it’s time to accept what’s happened, forgive yourself, and move on. you’re not that person anymore.
recovery isn’t about fitness recovery isnt about gaining back all the weight in muscle recovery isnt lifting, running, yoga, journalling, pint parties, #strongnotskinny, or a million and one gym selfies recovery isnt about your lowest weight or the amount of time you spend in treatment recovery is about coping recovery is about learning and if you genuinely love how strong you feel when you hit a pr, if yoga brings you close to your body in the least painful way possible, if fear food fridays help you expand you diet and become healthy, babe fucking go for it but if you low weight was still “healthy”, if you like pop tarts for breakfast and real ice cream instead of “nice cream”, if you want to keep eating meat, if you really like doing puzzles all day, if the only way to stay afloat amongst the raging storm of the ed thoughts is to stay in bed and watch netflix, im here for you. if you have a soft tummy and no butt and lots of thigh without a quad in sight, youre fucking gorgeous, and im here for you. if egg white oatmeal and protein pancakes arent your jam, im here for you. im here for the people whose recovery isnt pretty. im here for the people who messy cry over an apple, im here for the people who have pizza and fries for dinner, im here for the people who went above their pre ed weight, im here for the people who feel like they recovered “wrong” because they never went to treatment, because their “team” was a gp and his scale. im here for the people who didnt recover on instagram, im here for the people who didnt come out of their recoveries a warrior, or a soldier, or a fighter. im here for the people who just let themselves be themselves. im here for the people who arent recovering yet, im here for the people who struggle to make that choice, and im here for the people who walk the line between relapse and recovery.
may we raise all of you, may you all find peace, and may social media stop with the fucking bullshit
there are points in life when you feel like the walls are closing in around you and the obstacles are too great to reach your goal. keep going. don’t let anyone or anything make you feel like you can’t succeed.
It’s 100% possible to recover from an eating disorder without getting into fitness.
It’s 100% possible to recover from an eating disorder and to have belly rolls instead of have biceps and abs.
It’s 100% possible to recover from an eating disorder and gain weight from fat rather than muscle.
It’s 100% possible to recover from an eating disorder without eating nice cream and oatmeal every day.
It’s 100% possible to recover from an eating disorder and tumblr isn’t always the best definition of what recovery is. Be wary. Listen to your therapist and dietician. Eat food and fuel your body. Don’t work out until you’re stable. Eat a real breakfast. Stop going vegan because let’s be honest, you’re doing it to cut out food groups. Wear jeans sometimes instead of leggings. And just try. It is 100% possible to recover from an eating disorder.