One of the biggest problems about recovery is the inconsistency of it.
Some days, you are a superhero. You eat all of your meals, and still find beauty in the fullness of your stomach. However, the not-so-wonderful days are the deterrent. You wake up, and cannot find a thing appealing about yourself. When beauty is no longer the goal—you just want to not hate yourself.
Then, you find yourself wishing you knew you were skinny when you were skinny. You hate that wish. It is the creepy uncle that no one likes who sits in the corner and stares at everyone at Thanksgiving. But you cannot help but think it.
You were not skinny, you were dying. You were trying to be invisible; you were trying to shrink away from life. It got so severe that you just stopped functioning, didn’t you?
You may not have known you were skinny,
but you knew you were dying.
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- homophobes who refuse to be educated
- racists who refuse to be educated
- transphobes who refuse to be educated
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- ppl who make simple mistakes like typos or mistaking ice cream for mashed potatoes once like really