Think Anorexia is funny? Sorry. I am a survivor and find NOTHING cute about this.
Wanna dress up like an Anorexic? All it takes is:
- 4 years of hospitalization
- A nasogastric feeding-tube because you’ve starved yourself so much that your body doesn’t recognize food as a good thing and tries to attack itself.
- Re-Feeding Syndrome, which can kill you.
- Emotional struggles for years.
- A father crying and pleading on his knees begging for you to get help
- A mother who cries every time she sees you because you look and SMELL like death.
- Holidays missed, birthdays crying in a hospital.
- Almost every major organ in your body failing.
- A shower chair - because you can’t stand in the shower because you’re too weak and the warm water could make you pass out.
- A wheelchair, because you are too weak to walk and it could make you go into cardiac arrest.
- A lifetime of medications for anxiety and the health issues “Anna Rexia” caused.
- Plenty of money for multiple ER trips due to “Anna Rexia” even in recovery.
- And if you don’t get help like I do, or even if you do, a coffin. Because I’ve lost more friends to this eating disorder then anything I’ve ever faced.
I almost died from this. I know it’s supposed to be funny and shit and yeah I get that, but seriously. THIS IS NOT FUNNY. Anorexia is nothing to party about or laugh at. It’s real, it’s deadly, and should not be marketed as a slutty outfit.
Want to dress as “Anna Rexia”? Just go as a Vampire, or a Zombie. Because 1/3 of us are dead.
I have been looking every where for this so thank you to march0fthedeadarmy for reblogging this and bringing it back to my dashboard. I am going to use profanity here, so pardon please. Eating disorders are not a fucking joke. They are not a cute costume idea, they are not something you can titter at behind your hand. It is not funny. It is deadly. It is horrible. They are lifetime struggles. I want to shake these people. I want to ask them what they think is so fantastic about this costume idea. Do they have one for kids with cancer, maybe a fabulous bomb victim set. The lengths in which people go for profit astound me sometimes.
Luckily, I have never had an eating disorder. I, like most women, have dieted. Unfortunately a certain amount of body shame comes with growing up in these times where no matter what size you are, you wish to change it. To alter what you see in the mirror. This costume is something entirely different. It’s mocking, ever little piece of it mocks something that is so serious. Something that is so deadly. The belt is the final straw for me. A measuring tape belt, pulled tight. It’s just disturbing. Not at all sexy. There is not amount of breast spillage that would make that sexy.
Also, right on to Jessi for telling it straight. No punches pulled.