Perhaps it shouldn't, but it does.
It pisses me off when people, especially those close to you, are aware of certain things. That you were nearly sent to a centre for an ED, one that you've had for seven years. One which causes a fistfight to occur in your brain everyday of your life. They know these things, and yet, they don't understand that their words hurt. Because the second you (how dare you) pick up weight, all of a sudden its their goal in life to make it known that you have.
As someone who has grown up with an underactive thyroid, developing an ED is not uncommon. It is 10x more difficult to lose weight, and often this is just the outcome. And as soon as you hit your goal, something could happen that throws your whole body out of whack - for me, it was a new job. The stress causes hormones to go crazy, and in turn, thyroid levels to go down; drastically. And this leads to weight gain - unintentional and uncontrollable weight gain. And yet, those who know the story, still feel the need to rub it in - that something happened that was out of my control. That my body itself, hates me as much as I hate it.
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921
Quake (1996)
Mia Goth in ‘maXXXine’ as Maxine Minx, 2024 dir . ti West, X trilogy
BABE YOU’re a F*CKING STAR!
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“have you ever just cried because you’re you”
"Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?"
once i learn how to properly communicate and understand my own emotions it’s over for you bitches
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