#so i've struggled since i was a kid with being underweight

[cactusdodes]

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[lineli225]

Tomura Shigaraki 's abuse and neglect under All for One

I've decided to make this post due to the fact AFO's abuse towards Tomura is often ignored and even denied, so I'll be bringing a collection of scenes that prove he was being severally neglected during the 15 years he lived with AFO

1- Malnourishment and Underweight

At the beginning of the story Tomura used to be very skinny, his spine visible, very accentuated collar bones.

We can't see if his ribcages are exposed too since he's always dressed, but we can tell he is abnormally skinny and thin.

Some theorize AFO's purposefully keeps him in this state so he's more weak and frail similar to Yoichi. Or so it adds to his tiredness and numbness.

He's also been shown randomly struggling before (it could've been the aftershock of Stain attack, i don't know)

2- Lack of hygiene

He literally lives in pure filth, trash bags, old soda cans, paper, boxes, packages of food that seems ordered other than homemade, it lingers all over his floor, he is clearly a hoarder

It's completely different of the kept and clean bar, and now before you say "That's Tomura's responsibility, he's an adult he should clean it himself!" just think for a minute, if you had a son, that you see as your heir, and bets on their future so much,If you truly cared about them and saw they felt into a hoarder mindset, wouldn't you at least help?

Why not even Kurogiri cleans if Tomura was being cared by him? This clearly is intentional neglect, specially to keep his mood constantly down.

3 - His teeth

Tomura canonically has crooked teeth (compare his teeth to the other's in the jump festa art), cavities or at least what looks like plaques or dirt all over his teeth.

For someone raised by someone as filthy rich as AFO, he should've had access to dental care

4- Shaggy hair

His hair looks un-brushed, shaggy and dirty, which had no reason for before MVA when he became homeless, so why even at the start? How long has he taken a bath or a shower?

Look at the blatant difference in this scene after he showered at the PLF mansion

5- Unkept, ragged and broken nails

despite his hands also being very skinny, his nails are also all rough and broken Now, I know Tomura isn't a kid to have someone cut his nails for him, but this implies he was never teached how to take care for himself.

Besides of course his clear symptoms of depression and suicidal idealism, which, are very obvious, All for One IS neglecting Tomura by keeping him in that state /knowing/ he isn't being capable of taking care of himself.

6- His bedroom

First of all: No windows

Second, notice how empty it used to be, he had nothing but a bed and a desk, but right as he committed his first murder he started to receive toys, AFO is lovebombing and manipulating him to kill more

7- The obvious neglect to his pain

Notice how every time Tomura panics or is even wounded, he is just ignored and left on the floor bleeding out, puking or writhing.

Which uh- it isn't normal to watch your kid writhe in the floor while smiling and monologuing

8- 24/7 Surveillance and lack of privacy

There are cameras everywhere, AFO spends most of the time watching Tomura, even in his own bedroom, and even talks to him, Tomura probably hasn't had any privacy ever since he was 5

Which is a sign of abuse and control

His entire childhood from 5 to 20 is often relatable for people who grew in cult like environments, and homeschooled children who grew under controlling parents, despite the abuse not being as "obvious" since AFO never directly physically hurt him, the neglect and psychological torture is still there, that and more all the manipulation, gaslighting and grooming (think of Mother Gothel from Tangled as an example of this type of abuser)

By the way, talking about it

9- Gaslighting

"but wasn't /you/ who desired my power?"

The entire body possession plot is a clear evidence AFO never saw Tomura as anything other than a toy to play with, the same way he saw Yoichi, but so many people say the possession was a retcon because "early afo cleared saw him as his heir, he even said it's all for him!"

Well, argue with the literal "he's the next me", while he is.... weirdly caressing the screen while he watches his kid with no privacy- 100% creep behavior

10- AFO's bizzare behavior towards Tomura

The way All for One's hands are often shown caressing him or encasing him somehow, which yeah, it's part of the symbology of Tomura's character (hands that can both hurt and save)

But knowing AFO represents /hurt/ and, you know, i'ts kinda weird to caress the kid you kidnaped off the streets like that-

Cuz yes! Picking kids from the street even if they are orphan is illegal!! You should take them to a police station instead :D

Tomura was KIDNAPED by AFO, not saved.

11- Proof Tomura doesn't /feel/ saved

During his fight against Bakugou, when he sees him being helped, besides being "broken" he starts to spiral on "why no one saved me even before i was broken?"

The visual including the granny that ignored him on the streets

AFO broke him.

He recurrently thinks back to when he was on the streets, even though he was already traumatized, and had already killed his family, he still had /hope/ he ADMITS he believes he could've been different if it wasn't for AFO

If AFO had truly saved him,he wouldn't think like this

12- AFO gifting Tomura the corpses of his family to intentionally keep him nauseated, uncomfortable and traumatized, so he never heals

Besides their weird placements- On a kid. the gangster's hands being in his chest...

13-AFO's intentional desire for Tomura's discomfort

If this entire thread didn't make it obvious already, All for One benefits of Tomura's tiredness, ill feelings, nausea, depression and suicidal mindset, and over all physical and psychological discomfort

This ensures he's submissive to his manipulations and orders, keep him feeling hatred and anger due to constant overwhelming feelings and makes it harder for him to think of why AFO does all of it at all.

I could go even deeper than this about it, but i've reached thread limit and am lazy, so I hope you enjoyed this thread!

Thank you for reading

[youredreamingofroo]

Juniper Camila Norman

14 years old, DOB: 14/1/2010

Roo's youngest sister, Better known as Juno.

Born under Virginia and a man she met in Spain, Mateo García.

"I don't really... know Juniper, she lives in Spain with her father, Mateo, my Mother had another hookup some years ago and had Juniper, Juniper couldn't be cared for by her Mother, due to her inconsistent patterns of depression, while she pled sane, begging to keep her daughter in her custody, it was denied, and Mateo decided to take her, he didn't want her to end up in a janky foster home, he's kind and I love that for him, but from what I've heard from Mateo and my Mother, on the occasions that she can visit, it's nothing good, she seems to... use Mateo's kindness for her own enjoyment and manipulation, I hope what they're saying isn't true... but... last time my Mother told me about my younger sister, she was right... I worry for Mateo, and Juniper." - Roo

[Rest under the cut just in case, as it describes Juniper, who's overly exploitative of her father, doing things kids shouldn't be doing - nothing sexual 👍 E.G, Drugs, Vaping/Smoking, Drinking. There's also content involving an Eating disorder and fatphobia]

Juno is a terrible child, she's exploitative of Mateo's overly forgiving and kind person, Mateo is a very "she deserves a second chance," kind of guy, and at this point, he's given her at least 400 chances, and she's ruined each one, she's currently in 3º ESO, and averages around a 1.00-0.50 GPA, she views school as menial labour, and would rather hang out with her boyfriend and circle of friends. She spends most of her freetime [or otherwise, time where she's supposed to be in school] vaping, smoking, and getting drunk, the sheer rush of doing something she wasn't supposed to made her continue, but it was the rush she got from doing drugs, it made her feel like shit, and she regretted it afterwards, but it came full circle just for the rush.

She has struggled with her body, her boyfriend is openly against "fat" women, he will aloud judge her body in public, leaving her feel embarrassed, especially since she chooses to dress in more revealing clothes, leaving her vulnerable to judgement, and her boyfriend was her biggest critic. She doesn't eat much, she OMADs (One Meal a Day) quite frequently and fasts often, she's frail, but she does it for her boyfriend, and overtime, has become incredibly critical of other people and their body, while she doesn't openly state it like her boyfriend does to her, she finds herself doing it to her friends and sometimes telling her friends about people she saw and their bodies. With every passing week, she becomes weaker, she's still not considered severely underweight, but at 92 pounds, the effects of being underweight begin to take place, her periods slowly stopped occurring, she began getting dizzy frequently, she was always tired, she bruised easily and always felt like she was a sneeze away from collapsing. Mateo slowly noticed these symptoms, he cared for her and wanted her to be okay, so he took her to see a doctor, who had her sent to a treatment center.

Juno still suffers from a mild eating disorder, but has mostly recovered, Mateo makes sure to monitor her, as per her and the doctor's request, but she continues to be a pain in the ass to most people, and since recovering, she's lost all her friends and her boyfriend ended things with her, but he couldn't end it like a normal person, and had to call her all kinds of things, but the worst for her was "fat." Juno has lasting effects from being underweight and a recovering addict, she had to be pulled out of school, and resides with her father, who is helping her recover, while she more than definitely appreciates it, she has a persona that she has to keep up and acts annoyed and pissy with Mateo, but he knows better. She still has retained some habits from her old circle of friends, like dressing in revealing clothing (more specifically as a habit from her ex), putting on (sometimes) messy makeup, and getting her nails done.

[ocqueen]

CW detailed discussion of weight loss/gain, chronic health, and disordered eating

Normally I'd post this type of stuff on my journal blog never to be seen again, but hey. I'm feeling bold and weirdly okay about people I know reading this, and it might be insightful for some other people, too.

A long rambling story about weight and physical/mental health, chronic illness, changing bodies, and roads to recovery

I've just hit a really significant physical milestone for me where I can see myself gaining weight. I don't keep a scale (my mom didn't allow them in the house growing up and I never got one for myself), so I don't know if it's backed up by numbers, but it's enough to where I'm actually filling out my bras, developing a stomach and an ass, can't feel my sharp hip bones or ribs jutting out anymore. It's... weird. I finally get people's insecurities about NOT being twiggy thin like I used to be, can feel those thoughts creeping in already even as a still very thin person every time I struggle to get my new butt into my old size 0 pants, but at the same time there's something a bit joyful about being able to see a body that's taking up more space and changing with my age and what that means about my personal health and recovery in general.

I've been stick thin ever since I was a kid, and as I went through college it was very clear that I wasn't going to get a 'freshman fifteen' - and then just about the same time equally as clear that the reason for that was because I was very chronically ill, violently depressed, and stressed out of my mind in a high-pressure program, all of which meant I had a low appetite and lost a lot of weight. The fabled 'freshman fifteen' was actually there, just keeping me at a baseline thin instead of dropping me off a cliff into more dangerously underweight. Even with it, I was starting to have attacks of hypothermia from lack of fat to keep myself warm, and had to start dressing in heavy layers - something my GP originally couldn't explain.

I've struggled since my diagnoses with managing my health, and a lot with gaining - and keeping - weight. I'd go through periods of weight gain as my conditions were in remission or I better managed my stress levels, only to have a health flare or a bout of deadlines and anxieties and lose it all again. I've barely ever managed to hit my goal weight, and when I did it was probably only for about two weeks. I live in constant fear of falling below 100 pounds again now that I finally managed to get myself over it, to the point where I refused to exercise at all and risk accidentally losing more of what little weight I had, despite it being bad for other areas of my health and well being.

I also tend towards disordered eating since I was a teen, especially once I lost the structures of school, and hate having to feed myself - cooking feels like a drudgery and a chore, and eating out was too expensive and wasteful, so I often forgot or forewent it intentionally - something I did more often in school and during my stints working in television. Eating got put to the wayside, in favor of 'productive tasks' and 'saving money' (as if eating to fuel your body wasn't productive enough). I got headaches, shakes, fatigue, all from not eating enough, and it got bad enough that eventually I got an app specifically to track my calories, which revealed how horrible I've been with fueling my body or eating enough to maintain weight. I tried to change, force myself to eat, and for a time it worked, but I always ended up forgetting and falling back onto old habits.

Now, years later, I've adapted. I eat three meals a day because I have a new job with a time structure, I've learned to intentionally eat more calorie-dense foods to make up for eating less, and I snack when I remember to and keep fruit and packaged snacks around that are easy to grab. I've taught myself to be okay eating takeout if I don't have the energy to cook and I exercise doing strength training and yoga to gain muscle without losing weight (though my current job is quite sedentary and I should probably be doing more cardio, haha). Many of my health conditions are getting better with managed treatment, even while others might worsen, and the main culprits for my medical weight loss have slowly been brought to heel and monitored closely. I'm even on a few meds with a side effect of weight gain, which has helped out, too.

And with all of that together... I think we've finally moved past maintenance. I looked in the mirror the other day and I had a real, true stomach, and smooth bumps at my hips instead of jutting bone, and while it caught me off guard I'm slowly coming to enjoy it instead of fear it. My waist isn't so wasp-thin anymore, filled out by fat or muscle, and it's unclear which but I don't care right now. My face is less gaunt, I look less tired (my mom tells me how much better I look), I'm getting fewer unexplained bouts of hypothermia and I know where my late afternoon headaches are from and can make sure they don't happen anymore. It's surreal to me, like I'm a different person, and while it's a lot of work to manageI know that it's healthier this way. My doctors are now worried about me gaining too MUCH weight, but I'm just happy to settle into a new body for a bit - one that might be able to help carry me wherever I need to go, and one I might be able to treat a bit better in the future if I make sure I don't forget it. It's part of my recovery, not only with my physical health, but a sign of moving past and managing my fast-inducing depression and anxiety, too, and that alone is enough to make me happier than I could have thought a little bit of fat could do.

Anyways, recovery looks a lot of different ways for a lot of different people, but this is mine, and it's something I've been thinking about a lot lately as I go through chronic health flares and scares related to other things. It's a small victory for me that I hope can usher in a few larger ones in the future, and pave the way for something more.

[beigehearts]

So I'm not sure if you're comfortable writing for these kinds of things so if you aren't then you can just ignore this.

You can write it with Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi, one or all of them I don't mind (preferably Hisoka)

But I've got issues with eating, not a full out eating disorder (at least not that I know of, I haven't been to a doctor for it) but I find it intimidating to eat full meals, and I normally only eat a couple things daily. Maybe an apple here and an orange for later.

And because of that I've sworn off having kids until I can get it under control (its been 4 years and doesn't seem to get better, I just keep losing weight) last time I weighed myself I was 112 which is getting pretty close to underweight for my height and age.

So could you please do a trio (or individual) x fem reader where she's been bullied about her weight by her mom and peers and has a hard time eating, and because of that she doesn't want to get pregnant and risk having a baby born premature or extremely unhealthy, or die. But somehow she manages to get pregnant (maybe failed contraceptives) so Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo tries helping her get better about eating. Setting timers and having thought out meals for the day that includes all the food groups needed.

I've always been told to eat more or that all I ever eat is junk food but I'm not fat, I'm not extremely skinny, I just wish there would've been somebody telling me that everything would be fine and help me through it. Nobody has yet though, everybodys first reaction to me saying I rarely eat is that I should eat more when I literally cannot force myself to do so.

I really do apologize for this being long, and if you don't write this I can always find somebody else.

No I completely understand! I’ve struggled with my eating in the past and I sympathize. I know that hearing “just eat” and what not doesn’t help and I know it’s hard- but all you can do is try your hardest to get better- the journey is just as important as the result I’m more than happy to do this request- I really appreciate it because I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while. I tried to get this done asap because I feel like its important I really hope you like it!!

Alright let’s get started lads fem!reader CW: eating disorder, pregnancy

Illumi

It’s been days since you had your last meal. As his future wife and a future mother it has worried him sick. And at some points you wonder if he’s only concerned about the baby. You’ve been on birth control for months after having a long talk with Illumi that children would need to wait a bit until you have yourself under control. He’s been acting strangely, he’s been pacing which he has never done before, and snapping at his brothers, sister, and mother.

You sit on the balcony, a heavy rain pounding down, the awning above you barely protecting you. You look into the distance and rub your belly, as if trying to wish away the baby. It’s not that you don’t want children, you really do, and you also want to for Illumi’s sake. But it’s not time. You’re not ready. Your body is too frail and your hips cannot hold a child. The mere thought of something going wrong with your precious baby, is enough to make you sick. You’ve been brewing in bad thoughts for days since you found out- but this isn’t time to sulk...

Illumi opens the sliding door to the balcony, staring at you for a long while before sitting on the ground next to your chair. He grabs your hand on your belly and rubs it gently- with so much affection you feel like he’s a different person.

“Y/n.” He looks up at you with his big, dark eyes. “It’s scary.” He pauses, being unusually sensitive. “I can’t wait for the baby. But I need you right now.” He seems very out of his element, he’s not exactly the type to share his emotions. Though he can tell he needs to put himself aside for the well being of his future wife and future child. “We’re going to get through this together.” He nods to himself, and places his cheek on your hand, “You don’t have to do this alone. You have me now. I apologize that I have not been doing my best for you- but we’ll do it.”

He stands up, bringing you with him, pressing you against his chest. He holds your head against him, then pats your head gently. “We’ll set a schedule. We’ll eat together at every meal. I promise to be here now.” He begins playing with your hair and wraps an arm around your waist, “It’ll be just like training.”

You tilt your head up to him and frown at the training part.

He stutters and says, “No, it’ll be a process.” A sign of small smile makes it’s way onto his face, “Our baby will be just fine.”  

Illumi has never shown you such a sensitive side of him and you begin to wonder if he’s gone through this too. Either way, his comforting head pats and warm chest are enough for you in this moment.

Hisoka

Sometimes your boyfriend could be just so oblivious. He always cares and pays attention to you but sometimes things go over his head. He equates your morning sickness which is just dry heaving with being dehydrated. Though maybe telling him would just make it easier. You’ve been telling Hisoka that you want to get better. You’re tired of this burden on you constantly. Tired of food looking like poison. He’s done his best to help you. Though he’s somewhat lost in how to do so.

He loves you dearly and honestly how much he loves you sometimes scares you. You try not to think about what lengths he’s gone for you.

Hisoka is laying in bed, shuffling cards and twirling them on his finger.  He’s quite good with his hands. Quiet music plays from the radio- some new hip hop hit. He averts his eyes from his cards, to look at you. It’s been a month and it’s about time he knows why your belly has a small bulge- it not being from you eating better or more.

You spit it out- wasting no time and getting to the point. “I’m pregnant.” You close your eyes, as if scared he’s gonna lash out or break something. But none of that happens, it’s silence.

You peek one eye open to see him doe eyed, caught in head lights. The cards fall out of his hands. He clears his throat and fixes his face, “Come here baby.” You obey him and sit down next to him on the bed, he pulls you onto his lap and holds your face in his hands.

“I wish you told me sooner. I could have prepared.”

Eyes begin swelling in your eyes and he once again looks stunned. You burst into tears and hold onto his shirt, nuzzling your head into his neck. Through broken sobs you manage to say, “I’m no good as a mother. I can’t take care of it! I’m no good Hisoka- what if I kill it? I’m no good.” Sobs rack your body, leaving your trembling against his own body.

Hands grab your shoulders and he pushes you up, then wipes the tears from your face. “You’re perfect to hold a baby. What is it you’re worried about?”

You begin to hyperventilate after you have no more tears to cry. Through each breath you gasp out, “I’m... too... small... what if... I have a...” At the mere thought of your next words your heart begins pounding, “Miscarriage?” You let out one last sob of a word, “I can’t feed me and my baby...”

He shushes you and pushes some hair behind your ear, “Oh honey. You’ve been working so hard on getting better. You’re sick and that’s okay. We just have to work harder? Right?”

Nodding but you still can’t control your breathing, he says, “Come on take a deep breath.” Listening to his directions you do. “It’s gonna be alright. You’ll be a great mother. You work so hard. We just have to keep pushing.”

You nod, and collapse against his chest and whisper, “Is the baby going to be okay?”

“Yes, and so will you.”

Chrollo

Once the both of you found out you were pregnant, it was pure confusion. You were taking contraceptives and Chrollo knows how much you don’t want a baby right now. It was a long conversation you had when you got contraceptives. Despite wanting a child, he wanted nothing more than you to be happy and healthy. It’s been months, four months to be precise. You lost 3 pounds in that time no matter what you did. You just couldn’t make yourself eat and when you did you felt terrible, guilty.

It was mealtime, all though you haven’t eaten at mealtime in weeks, Chrollo keeps trying. He made a light salad, with tomatoes and olives, that’s all. He knows how the sight of big meals only discourages you.

He steps around the table with a small plate in his hand, and sets it in front of you. A small plate with a few bites of salad. It should be easy. But it’s not. He kisses your forehead and sits on the other side of the table. A candle is lit and a single rose is in a vase. He tries to make every meal seem like a feast but lacking the food. He has a normal size bowl full of salad and he smiles at you from across the table.

“Time to eat.” He takes a bite of his salad- not pressuring you in any way to eat. The plate itself is enough pressure. You pick up the fork like you’ve practiced so many times and stare at the green leaves beneath you. The fork picks up a single leaf and you bring it to your mouth, opening and hesitantly placing it inside. Chewing is almost the worst part- but the worst part is swallowing. You swallow the leaf and look up at Chrollo. You can tell he’s trying to mask his excitement as not to overwhelm you.

The most you manage is another six single leaves, and a single, half cut cherry tomato.

You look up to him once again, shame taking over you, “That’s all I can do...”

His eyes go wide and you wonder if he’s upset that you didn’t keep going. Instead he leaps out of his chair and around the table. He picks you up into his arms and spins you around while laughing. He gently places you back down on the floor and can’t contain his smile.

“Oh darling you’re doing so great. I’m so proud of you.” Tears being to prick at your eyes when hearing his words, “You’re so good, let’s try again tomorrow okay?”

He squeezes you tightly and shakes you side to side, “You’re just so wonderful. I’m so proud.” No one has ever said they’re proud of you besides him. It’s such a blissful sound to your ears.

[awkward-and-indecisive]

Firstly, thank you @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior​ for tagging me. i love you Linda 😚

Now onto the movie, i know it’s not an 80s movie. tbh i don’t think i’ve ever even seen an 80s movie except for the first part of Indiana Jones which @eevvvaa​ made me watch with her. but the first movie that i ever fell in love with that completely was none other than

Ratatouille!!!

I remember watching it dubbed in Hindi on Disney Channel for the first time and completely being obsessed. I felt seen by Remy and I had never come across a character that I could relate to so much.

from having a father who was never happy to making up conversations with Gusteau because i was lonely, little me always felt like i was that rat lol. I still do. i was the smallest in my house and height-wise still am so i’ve been kinda underestimated or seen as someone that needs to be protected or fragile all this time.

I've also kinda always had this weird relationship with food. As a kid, I didn't like eating. There have been many days where I just drank 5 glasses of milk in the whole day and that was all the “food” I got in me. I have always been a picky eater. still am. and since i didn’t get my favourite food everyday, i used to forgo eating. 

which led to me being underweight half my life and going to doctors to figure out what was “wrong” with me. I used to be force fed (which I really didn’t like. I don’t like being forced to do anything and if someone forces me then I do the exact opposite of what they want. I’m stubborn like that) by my grandmother or birth mother but since I didn't love the food, I wouldn't chew it and just store it in my mouth like a cow. 

What my family failed to understand was that it wasn’t me who wasn’t hungry but the food. It was never bad food. It was just the simple fact that I didn't absolutely love it. but the blame is on me too because i never said this out loud. maybe because at that time I, myself, couldn’t understand this thing. plus the fact that i’ve never felt comfortable sharing anything with my family because i was always judged or laughed on only added to me not saying anything. And I do very well remember eating twice the usual amount for me if my favourite food was there.

so that part of this movie, where Remy questions his dad that what they’re eating isn’t food, it’s garbage also hit very close to home. I know my family didn’t serve me garbage 😂 but being someone who doesn’t like eating, I can't just eat anything. I know it’s a bad habit but I can't help it. I know that I can’t eat only 5-10 foods for the rest of my life but I can’t eat something if I know I won’t fully enjoy it.

food and sleep are two special, almost sacred, things to me which should always be the best and a person shouldn’t be disturbed and should be happy while doing that. That's what I have always believed ever since I was a kid. 

and then he finds Linguini, someone who is just as undermined and laughed on or seen as worthless and they both make a partnership of some sort. I just love that. I love two people who can understand each other’s struggles and help each other out. 

I used to get so giddy and starry eyed when watching Remy learn all the new things about cooking and improving his skills. and i loved the fact that he was getting support, even if it was indirect and only Linguini knew about the truth. 

It gave me hope that even after many people didn’t like the truth, Remy didn’t stop cooking, creating, and making. It motivated me to never stop creating too, even if the people around me didn’t get or cared about the things I created. 

I loved how all the rats come together in the end to help Remy cook and they serve Ego, the critic, a “peasant dish” which shakes him to his core. and that used to tell me that i just gotta believe in my talent and my skill and one day, the biggest critic will compliment it. 

I love how the movie doesn’t really have a happy ending, but all the characters are happy where they are. They all are doing what they love and have the support from the people they love. 

I didn't have any CDs or DVDs for this movie because I didn’t tell anyone how much I loved it. So my only way of watching it was whenever it was on cable tv. And I didn’t even know the name or the spelling of the movie or how to pronounce it. I just used to call it the ‘rat movie’ and knew that the title had the word rat in the beginning. I remember going through the segment in the newspaper which tells what all will be on tv on which channel to see if it’ll be on that day. I used to watch it so much that I knew all the dialogues in Hindi and in English at one point in time lol

I can still, very well see little Abby sitting on the floor, cross legged in front of the tv in my living room and looking up at the screen, watching this movie with a twinkle in her eye and thinking in her head, “maybe i am that rat”. And now that I’m all grown up and realised how much I like baking and feeding people and trying new recipes, I relate to this movie more than ever. 

Ohmygod i’m sorry i rambled so much. 😅 I guess I got a bit carried away! 

Anyway, thanks again Linda for tagging me in this. I had so much fun talking about this movie and knowing that it was The Little Mermaid for you! It made me laugh imagining little Linda half asleep on the toilet seat .😂 And I too have sneakily watched the tv at mute many times when I couldn’t sleep so I know what you mean! 😂

Tagging @msmarvelouswinchester @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @waynes-multiverse @libre1rose8 because I’d love to know about your favourite comfort movies!!!    

y'all what is a movie from the 80s that is YOUR movie? like for whatever reason. it’s incredibly nostalgic, you love it a lot, it just makes you feel good, you connect deeply with it. basic answers welcome

[one-abuse-survivor]

possible ED anon, so i am still struggling with the food, but i've been able to get back into some foods i haven't eaten in forever. it still doesn't help that i rarely eat fruits or veggies.

some of the only plants i can eat are tomatoes, anything else i normally will not eat. everything my stupid brain wants to eat is bread or meat with the occasional sugar. i still dont want to mention it to anyone tho, cause i'm just too scared to. i have a feeling i might be underweight but idk if looking would be a good idea or not.

my family knows about my eating habits, i don't hide it at all, yet they haven't realized that it's probably an ED. since i've been picky as hell since i was a kid and the fact they're focusing on curing my sister of her ED.

i do feel bad for my mom cause she cooks everything in the house so making 3500 different meals a day must be hard, but i have no fucking clue how to cook so i can't help her.

i still can't believe how my dad would threaten to starve me if i didn't want to eat something but then tell me he didn't want me or my sister to ever experience going hungry. like wtf dude.

also pretty sure he has never threatened to starve my sister, but i would have to ask her to be sure. (just asked her, she said he has threatened to starve her but i don't remember it, i believe her though)

food is very weird for me for sure

i remember i do like eating but i kinda hate it at the same time, some foods are awesome and others are absolutely terrible and can't eat them. sometimes i don't eat and other times i eat 10 times a day.

i also believe people would often ask me why i always ate the same things. they'd say i should try more foods. they'd tell me i'm so picky and so spoiled and should be grateful for food when there are so many kids dying of hunger around the world, that it doesn't matter that i hate that food and can't eat it cause someone else has it worse right?

i remember being told picky people were spoiled brats, don't remember who told me that or if i heard that online but it doesn't matter, so one time i was talking to a girl i knew i'd never see again and i lied to her and said i wasn't picky at all cause i was embarrassed. (thinking about it i think she might have said that while talking about a relative of hers)

i get so nervous when going to new restaurants cause i don't know if they're going to have the right foods. i'm nervous when people say they want to cook for me cause idk what they're going to make.

and reheat food is either a hit or miss, i hate leftovers cause the texture tends to be off when we do it, but most of the time i can eat while others the texture is so fucked if i eat it i will die.

my mom does sometimes sound a little frustrated when i don't want to eat anything we have, and i feel bad, i really do, i don't want to be this way either. but i can't help it.

Hi, nonnie!

I think it’s okay to be scared of telling anyone what you’re going through. These things can be really hard to talk about, and I know I myself didn’t tell anyone about my mental health until I was an adult. I’m proud of you for just noticing the things you’re struggling with and contemplating the idea of reaching out to an adult, and I’m really sorry your family hasn’t realised you’re struggling. I hope you know it’s okay if the fact they’re too focused on your sister’s issue to see yours hurts or upsets you.

I also can’t believe your dad would say those things to you and your sister :( you should never have had to hear that. And you should also never have had to hear that you’re spoiled or that you should be grateful as a reaction to you always eating the same foods. The “other kids are starving” line is a very common guilt-trip, but that doesn’t make it okay. It’s just a way for adults to dismiss children’s needs and try to guilt them into being ���easily manageable” on the table, but, at least in my opinion, all that’s usually accomplished is that the kids who hear it are more likely to develop guilt and other negative emotions around eating and around their needs regarding food. 

You deserved for people to listen to you about why you had trouble eating, nonnie. You deserved to be taken seriously. You were never ungrateful or spoiled. You were struggling, and the adults around you didn’t notice it and didn’t help meet your needs.

I think it’s understandable that your mom feels frustrated sometimes, because we’re all allowed to get frustrated by other people’s needs from time to time. But that doesn’t justify letting out that frustration onto the people with those needs. You’re already dealing with so much, and you really don’t deserve to have her frustration be a source of guilt on top of everything else. You’re not doing this on purpose, and you need help, not judgement.

Sending a virtual hug ❤️

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Okay so before I go into this keep in mind my mother has munchausens by proxy, meaning she wanted the consequences and she knew better Mostly. I don't normally stand up for docs but anyone going into the medical field needs to know that this shit happens.

I found out at 17 reading through old legal documents.

So I'm seriously sick, major heart condition with 3 open heart surgeries, cranial surgery, and eventual double transplant for heart & liver. I was born like this with a very low survival rate, it took a lot to keep me alive and, at 20, it still does. I wasn't supposed to make it past 5.

When I was around 2 the docs insisted again and again that I be fed more, my parents had been split for a while now so I was only under the care of my mum every second week, and when she was told she had to feed me, when asked what she fed me, she talked about flaxseed oil and other things like that. Now don't get me wrong, when handling modern medicine and homeopathy, there is an in-between, but this was absurd. She told the doctors, who testified to this in a court of law, that she didn't want me getting fat. A fucking baby. A fucking baby on deaths doorstep who shouldn't have logically been alive anyway, that she didn't want me getting fat. This was still a few years before her diagnosis and before the courts figured out the extent of her mental health, keep in mind she was already known to be manic depressive and bipolar.

So my then gp, who I've known most of my life, fought on my behalf, because he was, by chance alone, a decent enough person to do that. My dad spent 14 odd years fighting her in court over and over again. She would bang her head on hospital walls and do so much unbelievable shit, and no one spoke up because who would want a fat baby right? Because eating healthy is more important than eating at all, right?

I still struggle with food, it's been four years since I even managed to hit 50kg, I have no appetite and the mere smell of vinegar makes me want to vomit, because she made me drink it. Now, fatphobia isn't what caused her to do all this, but it sure as fuck didn't help. When I started on a steroid at 13 and got teased for 'moonface' - a swelling symptom where you both swell and gain weight Rapidly - it wasn't fatphobia which alone stopped me from eating, but it didn't help. These inbuilt biases in my brain are still something I have to get through, because thinner is better, right? I'm not even 5ft because I didn't eat enough to grow, I was already faint and fatigued with my heart, but I didn't eat for shit. Because putting on weight is always bad, right?

Fatphobia is dangerous to everyone, don't get me wrong, but in children especially. I've read through the stories on this post and they are fucking insane. There has been a lot going on in my life that indangered my health, that still endangers my health, I'm not a big person and I don't suffer the brunt of it, but all the heart surgeries in the world couldn't have helped if one doctor didn't catch the fact that my mum wanted to hurt me. That she didn't want me to get 'fat'. That my tiny little baby ass wasn't being fed because society is so stuck up in this idea that weight is inherently bad.

I will always face the consequences of this. My body hasn't recovered and it won't. If you're going into medicine please be prepared for things like this, please be aware that fatphobia exists for normal kids and their parents, but it also exists in chronic health and even kids who should be getting top tier care, can be subject to fatphobia. It's an issue and it's dangerous.

TLDR:

I've got major chronic health and my mum didn't want me getting fat at 2 years old. Endangered my health beyond belief to a point where I'm still suffering the consequences.

Medical people: look out for kids who are, even marginally, underweight, it can be a sign of much bigger things. Just because it's a 'healthy' diet, doesn't mean its a safe one.

Everyone else?

FEED YOUR FUCKING KIDS

I work at a daycare with infants.

One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.

There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”

My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”

To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”

Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.