I was read about somebody saying, Anorexia was wonderful and we should be happy to be able to eat whatever we want, without getting fat.
Oh, that’s great, because that would mean I’m not anorexic *dancing happily* I’ll tell my doctor next time so he can’t nag at me anymore.
No, stuff like that makes me angry. It’s a disease! You know, that’s where people are ill, sick, they are not well, not at all!
And I can’t eat what I want in the first place. And if I could I would gain like everybody. And I don’t even need to be fat to feel fat.
It’s not wonderful, anorexia is hell.
It feels like such people are making fun of the disease. And making fun of anorexia feels like making fun of me.
And saying things like that misleads people over the fact that it’s not just a hobby for teenage girls but a severe illness.
It’s useful sometimes but mostly it, wrongly, makes me feel ashamed of being too stupid to eat.
