What An Eating Disorder Really Is...

Eating disorders are plain hurtful. And, word to the wise, never buy into that "thinspiration" crap on social media. It just makes things worse. In fact, message those who are struggling with that occasional positive, loving, and kind message to let them know that you're thinking of them. It can be much appreciated. Anyways, take bulimia for example. Anything is and will be considered a binge. You'll feel weak for eating at all, and the only thing that relieves the guilt is purging. And even purging sucks to begin with. You'll be dehydrated and absolutely exhausted all the time, so beyond tired that you can't even sleep, a craving so strong for water but too afraid to gain a single ounce that it'll keep you up at night staring at the sink faucet, itching for a single drip. Your skin will become an unhealthy, crusty, rough leather. You'll throw up blood. The sides and roof of your mouth might bleed, and your fingers will be bruised from scraping against teeth. You'll throw up a little in your mouth if even the tiniest bit of food is consumed. Your period will stop altogether, out of the blue. You'll lose weight, sure, maybe thirty five pounds, but it's a roller coaster of numbers, ups and downs, from pound to pound. Your heart can become irregular, slower, or really fast with only a few paces on the carpet, and it might even just stop. It's scary. And recovery is even tougher, but you'll be glad and very appreciative to be happy once again, at peace with your beautiful existence. So linger at the mirror as long as you want to admire every little piece of you, because I will make it known, that you're completely and utterly worth it and beautiful, inside and out.