#supersize vs superskinny kids

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answer under the cut, please don't spoil it for others tho!

"rebuilding" is fake! the others are all, incredibly, real. and most of them are crazier than i was able to fit in the poll answer box. :/

[sm0lg1rl]

Wtff dlaczego dopiero teraz się dowiedziałam że jest supersized vs superskinny kids

Mam nowe odc do obejrzenia i nowe inspoooo

[batvillainz]

I live in the UK, can confirm they weighed you in front of everyone when I was in primary school, and from my younger sibling ik they did it at least up until 2014 - though idk if they still do it now. We also got given a pamphlet with 3 kids of slightly different sizes on it -one smaller, one larger, one in the middle - with the text "which one is overweight?" And then you'd turn the page and it said "THEY ALL ARE".

Supposedly to teach kids that you can't determine healthy weight by just looking but. 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 Yikes

Rant ahead, sorry in advance

Honestly the uk is particularly bad when it comes to stuff like that. We had TV shows like "supersize vs superskinny" that would judge what a large and a skinny person ate and then make them swap meals for a few days to shame them into eating "normally", "secret eaters" was a show where they'd weigh overweight people, then use cameras and fucking private detectives to track every single thing they ate whether in or out of the house for a full week to be like "look! The weight gain is YOUR FAULT!!"

And those are just 2 examples, there are lots of other shows to do with displaying people's weights, body types and eating habits. It's something that's regularly discussed in all popular media here; tabloids like The Sun and even more reputable sources (including BBC) will talk openly about the weights and appearances of celebrities or the general public alike. Plus popular trashy reality tv shows like Love Island admit they only hire actors who are super skinny and/or super ripped.

Idk if this is the case now but a few years ago the UK was the highest scorer in the world for % of people with eating disorders, and you can REALLY see why.

This is a hell island

Jeez i'm so sorry both of y'all had those experiences ): those tv shows sound especially fucked up.

[isrustandstardust]

1: Full name: Selena.

2: Zodiac sign: Scorpio.

3: 3 Fears: Abandonment. Not being good enough. Being lied to.

4: 3 things I love: Bones. Corpses. Books.

5: 4 turns on: Intelligence. Perversions. Sarcasm. Violence.

6: 4 turns off: Stupidity. Ignorance. Lack of hygiene. High pitched voices.

7: My best friend: Is the best bitch ever.

8: Sexual orientation: Bisex.

9: My best first date: A dinner and a walk by the lake.

10: How tall am I: 165 cm.

11: What do I miss: Woland, sometimes.

12: What time were I born: 3.45 a.m.

13: Favourite color: Teal.

14: Do I have a crush: Yup.

15: Favourite quote: So it goes.

16: Favourite place: Como.

17: Favourite food: Red meat, raw.

18: Do I use sarcasm: Way too much.

19: What am I listening to right now: I’m watching ‘my 600lb life’ on tv.

20: First thing I notice in new person: If he looks me in the eyes or not.

21: Shoe size: 38/39.

22: Eye color: Reddish brown.

23: Hair color: Chocolate.

24: Favourite style of clothing: Urban/edgy/grunge.

25: Ever done a prank call? When I was little.

26: What colour of underwear I'm wearing now? Black.

27: Meaning behind my URL: It’s a Nabokov’s quote.

28: Favourite movies: The Fountain, In the mood for love, Bin Jip, The pillow book, Only lovers left alive, Stoker.

29: Favourite song: Too hard to say.

30: Favourite band: Same. Maybe Tool.

31: How I feel right now: Relaxed.

32: Someone I love: My hubby.

33: My current relationship status: Happily married.

34: My relationship with my parents: No relationship with my mother, a distant one with my father.

35: Favourite holiday: Christmas.

36: Tattoos and piercing I have: 15 tattoos, no piercings atm.

37: Tattoos and piercing I want: I want to do some surfaces again and I want to ink both my arms. Full sleeves.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I wanted a safe space to write.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? No, we just have no relationship whatsoever.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? When my husband is on tour.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Yup.

42: When did I last hold hands? A few hours ago.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope, I don’t need it.

45: Where am I right now? On the couch.

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My husband, my friends.

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Way too loud!

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No. I live by myself since I was 18.

49: Am I excited for anything? In a few days I’ll begin renovating my home!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Sure.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Daily.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? Today.

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? That could be a problem.

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? No, I’m very careful when it comes to trust people.

55: What is something I disliked about today? My stomach aching like crazy.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I’d love to have a chat with Jodorowsky.

57: What do I think about most? Work, work, work.

58: What’s my strangest talent? I can fit my whole fist in my mouth.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Deep water, strange fishes.

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, I’m a director, not an actress.

61: What was the last lie I told? I’m not hungry.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Texting.

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I believe in aliens, I’m fairly sure that something similar to ghost actually exist.

64: Do I believe in magic? Kinda.

65: Do I believe in luck? Yup.

66: What's the weather like right now? Fucking cold.

67: What was the last book I've read? A criminology book.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? A lot.

69: Do I have any nicknames? MissFortune, Sally.

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? Never had one.

71: Do I spend money or save it? Save it. I know what it means to have nothing. At all. I don’t want to find myself in that situation ever again.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Nope.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Nope. I don’t like pink very much.

74: Favourite animal? Snakes, moths.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Still working.

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I know his name is Woland.

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Do you realize - the flaming lips.

78: How can you win my heart? Be kind, be honest.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? I don’t want a tombstone, I want to be cremated.

80: What is my favorite word? Weltschmerz.

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr. No idea tbh.

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Read a book, study something, stop being stupid.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Nope.

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Mind control.

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? When was the last time you ate?

86: What is my current desktop picture? Mass Effect’s reapers attacking earth.

87: Had sex? Two days ago.

88: Bought condoms? A few years ago.

89: Gotten pregnant? Never.

90: Failed a class? Never.

91: Kissed a boy? A man. A few minutes ago.

92: Kissed a girl? Cannot recall.

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yup.

94: Had job? Of course.

95: Left the house without my wallet? Maybe.

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Nope, been bullied tho.

97: Had sex in public? Yep.

98: Played on a sports team? Nope.

99: Smoked weed? Yes.

100: Did drugs? Three times.

101: Smoked cigarettes? Yup.

102: Drank alcohol? Of course.

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Nope, been vegan for a year but my health went to hell.

104: Been overweight? I was a little chubby when I was little.

105: Been underweight? Almost all my adult life.

106: Been to a wedding? Sure.

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Daily.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yup. I love binge watching things.

109: Been outside my home country? Sure.

110: Gotten my heart broken? Once.

111: Been to a professional sports game? No.

112: Broken a bone? Never.

113: Cut myself? I self harmed for years. Been clean for the past four and a half.

114: Been to prom? No.

115: Been in airplane? Yup.

116: Fly by helicopter? No, but I’d love to.

117: What concerts have I been to? Slayeeeeeeer! This is the first that comes to mind.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Of course.

119: Learned another language? Yup.

120: Wore make up? Daily.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope.

122: Had oral sex? Sure.

123: Dyed my hair? The last time I went blonde for my wedding, almost three years ago.

124: Voted in a presidential election? I voted, here in Italy, for every election.

125: Rode in an ambulance? Sadly, yes.

126: Had a surgery? Nope.

127: Met someone famous? More or less.

128: Stalked someone on a social network? A few times.

129: Peed outside? Yup.

130: Been fishing? I actually enjoy it a lot.

131: Helped with charity? Not that I recall.

132: Been rejected by a crush? Not in a while.

133: Broken a mirror? Nope.

134: What do I want for birthday? Being spoiled.

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? One. Nero if he’s a boy, Alya if she’s a girl.

136: Was I named after anyone? After a book character.

137: Do I like my handwriting? It’s not bad.

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I didn’t have one. Maybe my art supplies.

139: Favourite Tv Show? Atm: Supersized vs Superskinny.

140: Where do I want to live when older? Iceland.

141: Play any musical instrument? I’m learning to play drums.

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? Almost all my scars are from self harming.

143: Favourite pizza toping? Cheeeeeeeeeese!

144: Am I afraid of the dark? Nope. I feel at home in it.

145: Am I afraid of heights? A lot.

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Doing something bad, surely.

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Sometimes.

148: What I'm really bad at: Bowling.

149: What my greatest achievments are: I earn my own living since I was 18.

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: That I should never been born, I guess.

151: What I'd do if I won in a lottery: Sell my house and go live abroad.

152: What do I like about myself: My willpower.

153: My closest Tumblr friend: I don’t have one.

154: Something I fantasise about: My future.

155: Any question I’d like: I have no preferences, ask away.

[ugw100lb]

Things I like to watch when I feel like eating

Series

- supersize vs superskinny

- my 600 lb life

- weight loss ward

- fat doctor

Documentaries

- my kid cant stop eating

- America's fattest city

- fat and proud

- the weight of the nation

- old before my time

- half ton man

[bruisedsparklingheaven]

ED Media

Movies

- To The Bone

- Perfect Body

- Sharing the Secret

- The Love of Nancy

- Secret Between Friends

- Thinspiration/Starving in Surburbia

- Feed

- The Road Within

- Vincent Wants to Sea

- My Skinny Sister

- Girl Interrupted

- Little Miss Perfect

- Karen Carpenter Story

- Dying to Dance

- Hunger Point

Tv Shows

- Red Band Society

- Make it or Break it

- Glee

- Supersize vs Superskinny

- Starved

- Holly Oaks

- Degrassi

- CSI: The Hunger Artist

- Dr. Phil

Documentaries

- Thin

- Dying to be Thin

- Thin Club

- I’m a Child Anorexic

- Living Sz0

- Extremely Thin Celebrites

- Desperately Hungry Housewives

- A Beautiful Tradegy

- Dying to be Anorexic

- Out of Sight: Invisible ED’s

- Super Slim Me

Books

- Wintergirls

- Elena Vanishing: A Memoir

- Brave Girl Eating

- Unbearable Lightness

- Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia & Bulimia

- How to Disappear Completely

- Diary of an Anorexic Girl

- Being Ana: A Memoir of Anorexia Nervosa

- Beautiful Me

- After the Strawberry

- Letting Ana Go

- Skinny

- Kid Rex

- Second Star to the Right

- My Perfect Little Secret

[plusperfect]

Triggering topic

But one I feel ready to talk about on my blog.

⚠️

-if mentions of eating disorders and related things upset or trigger you please do not read this post-

So I mentioned briefly in a previous post that I struggled with disordered eating. And I wanted to do a proper post about it. Some of my followers know as I have spoken to and tried to help other individuals too. I have struggled with eating disorders since I was 7/8 years old. Yeah, young I know.

I went to a boarding school. For those of you who don’t know this is where the school is your house. You sleep there and see your parents like 3 times a year. I was overweight as a child. 8 and 8st. I’m not proud. (14 years later I would find out this was due to a gluten allergy cause by an autoimmune disorder but this isn’t massively relevant to the story at the moment).

My house parent, the mother figure in your life at boarding school, put me on a highly restricted diet (without telling my parents). For 4 years I was only allowed 1 piece of break a week, my tuck (sweets and snacks my family gave me) was locked away and I was allowed one piece a week, my dinner comprised of half a jacket potato one individual pack of butter and one spoon of tuna fish with a small side plate of salad. No puddings. I was 7-11 years old and watching all the other kids eat whatever they wanted whenever they wanted with no restrictions knowing that I was restricted because I was fat.

I did what any normal kid would do and took advantage of being at home. Usually the day after I flew home my family would go out to a restaurant or the cinema to have a nice family outing- so I would eat, taking advantage of the lack of restrictions, and I would EAT until later that night when I would puke everything back up again. This developed into a subconscious binge eating disorder and purging routine. I wasn’t making myself sick but it was how my body coped and even now I still suffer from it not being able to eat the same meal for more than 1 or 2 meals without being violently sick.

I was VERY active as a child; I was on every sports team, did street/pop dance over my lunch break, extra curricular ballet and horse riding and I worked my socks off at everything because I never wanted to let anyone down. (This should’ve been the first sign that something was wrong other than just me eating too much) during the holidays when I was home I would join the middle aged mothers on my compound when they went for runs and when they did aqua fit in the pool; as well as all the usual running swimming cycling rollerblading and trampolining that kids do. But I was still big. When I moved to big school the teachers where more lax about my food; and eventually when I was 14 no one was controlling my food anymore, but I was putting myself on diets and workout programs to lose weight because I was the fattest person in my school. I was 10st (140lbs). Not really that fat considering I was 5”5-5”7 but I was a late developer so I was still kinda build like a toddler where everything was just kinda barrelly (does that make sense? Like no curves just a stick with a distended tummy) I tried juice fasts and high carb veganism, vegetarian diet (but I’m not allowed to be veggie coz of health issues), just salad and chicken, soup diet, 7lbs in 7days- you name I tried it. And nothing was working. I was not losing weight. At 15 I was literally hoping I would’ve comatosed so I could wake up skinny.

Then I was in my final year of school and I got a boyfriend. I stopped worrying so much about what I looked like (though I wasn’t completely comfortable with him seeing me fully undressed for nearly a year) I put on a bit of weight and ended up at 160ish lbs. Then I moved in with my mum and started university, I was in charge of cooking instead of paying rent so I was making healthy home cooked meals. I very rarely used oil in cooking, it was full of veggies and flavour and was balanced and a good portion. I was eating out with my friends on lunch times or having sandwiches, toast and fruit in the morning or a McDonald’s breakfast while on the bus to uni. More fatty foods than I was used to but not an obscene amount, and I was still quite active. But I ballooned. I went up 3st (51lbs) in less than 3 months.

I went to my gp and requested bloods to be taken as I was worried that I possibly had a hormonal imbalance caused by PCOS as that sort of stuff runs in my family. He took note of the bloods request but basically told me not to worry. I mentioned I had put on weight rapidly and he told me to eat less and work out more. So I did.

I spent the next 3 years yoyoing dieting, paying massive amounts of money on gym memberships, personal training, fitness classes.

And.

Still.

I.

Got.

Bigger.

My body image plummeted. I started fasting and dieting again. Eating healthily to have my body reject it because I was so anxious about eating and gaining. I was looking at thinspo and girls who were about 100-110lbs and wishing I could just be like them. I would watch biggest loser, supersize vs superskinny, my 600lb life all this programs to get tips on how to lose weight. I bought diet pills (they don’t work) I cried and screamed and threw my entire wardrobe into charity bags because nothing fit or looked good. I was working out 13hours a week and eating about 500calories a day. And still gaining weight.

So after a hellish and emotional final year (some of which I’ve spoken about on here) I gave up watching what I ate and exercising. I was up over 221lbs and I found out due to an accidental blood test (taken when I went for a ecg to check I wasn’t having heart attacks) that I had a thyroid condition which was why I had gained so much weight so quickly and why I couldn’t lose it.

But by then the damage was done. My binging and purging had turned into obsessively counting calories and fasting and binging until my body purged itself. However I gave up completely caring for the couple of months while I was in a very bad place mentally, this was actually my first step in recovery. It was the first time in a long time not caring and I needed that as it helped break the cycle.

Over this past year I have been working so hard on having a healthy relationship with food as well as my own health and fitness. I have bad days where I have to force myself to eat to accommodate for the energy I have used. And I have good days where I don’t have to fight the urge to step on the scale 15 times a day. It hard, on days where there is a lot of pressure or I have to relive some of the events from the past years it’s hard to not control that one little aspect. It’s why I sometimes forget to post weekly weigh ins because I’m trying to get out of using the scale a bit more and think about how I feel instead.

Running has helped me a lot over this past year. And I only track my calories occasionally for like a week at a time to make sure I’m not massively under eating. I’m hoping to work with a wonderful personal trainer when I’m back in the UK who specialises in female body conditioning and nutrition; my goals are NOT to lose weight (though I’m still aiming to get into that healthy bmi range) my goals are to get stronger, and develop and enhance my body’s natural shape with muscle, and get better with my food, what I should be eating and how much I should be eating.

I know my journey is very specific and there were a lot of bad events in quick succession that actually affected my view of things but I’m hoping this story can resonate with some people and help them to get help to recover or just look at themselves in a bit of a different light.

[onlyonewoman]

I just LOVE watching old episodes of “Supersize vs. Superskinny”, “How Clean Is Your House”, “Hoarders: Buried Alive” and “Supernanny”, while eating healthy and thinking “thank GOD I don’t have any kids and look at me eating healthy between the bags of crips”.

[dion-and-the-bottoms]

some kid on supersize vs superskinny: I don’t like broccoli

me:

[moonbatherbliss]

De-Chox Challenge 2018

9th day now – of no dessert on my taste palate, thanks to this: https://www.bhf.org.uk/dechox 

(no chocolate for a month!) 

Why didn’t I set up a Just Giving page? As goodwill as this challenge cause is; I didn’t feel it was a big enough action to get others to sponsor me for it – seeing as it relies mainly on willpower and its commonly done every year …  i.e. the main treat given up for lent.

So I’ve donated to British Heart Foundation to take part instead; and hopefully will egg anyone else to donate to make the charity prosper : ) https://www.bhf.org.uk/get-involved/donate-form

Every little really does help!

Although I’ve not known not anyone directly who’s had to endure heart problems; it still is one (like every other condition) which needs attention.

Why De-Chox? I realise recently that I have been comfort eating (with sweet treats mainly). And though I was inevitably going to have a break from sugar; this has certainly given me a boost to do so.

Comfort eating is taken lightly; its always seen in humorous contexts.

Plus, food is survival. So it never gets taken as seriously as other coping outlets (self-harming, smoking, drinks, etc) – but it is what it is. It is an addiction. Its feels good, its easily accessible and society doesn’t frown too much on it (as we’re all doing our routine supermarket shop come Saturday).

But with every bad pattern, we have to question why. And I myself, never saw it as a problem until recently.

What’s odd to think about is - during my junior years at school, me and  friends ate at Mcdonalds everyday – (don’t judge, it was the only budget-friendly restaurant nearby 🙈 ) Point is – that pattern would be seen as comfort eating. But we were not sad. It was a social time- even as a vegetarian, those fries and McFlurries never got tedious! Our youthful bodies helped us to get away with it.

And what’s ironic is – whilst some may be disgusted at shows like Supersize vs Superskinny; many possess the same habit when they’re time restricted from work or elsewhere, to plan a healthy lifestyle. But I guess its just a case of – results of comfort/unhealthy eating is just obvious on some than the rest. The same from how I felt on having McDonalds as a kid to now.

It will be a journey, just like the TV show ^^. I AM planning to learn from this as oppose to going cold turkey and having a massive pig out at the end of the month. So lets see….

NOTE: This wont only be chocolates I’m banning for a month – but every other sugary/salty junk –including crisps.

Good luck to me !

Oh how much I will miss you….

[sunnybugz]

can confirm that projecting your issues on your kids will deeply fuck them up !!! my mom was fat when i was growing up- and had so much self hatred. when i was 8 or 9, she quit smoking, and as a new coping mechanism for her mental illness, threw herself into orthorexia and anorexia.

this Fucked Me Up .

she didn't try to hide it from me- she would get me to watch diet shows with her (supersize vs superskinny, my 600 pound life, etc.), berate me for eating "unhealthy" snacks, and talk about how gaining weight is Always Bad in front of me. she would tell me, age 10-13, about her new diet kicks- no bread for 100 days (actively telling me how bread makes you fat and fat = bad), carb free, intermittent fasting, the works.

i had severe body image issues by the time i was 11, and full blown anorexia at age 12 . i'm turning 18 in a few months, and i am just now at a point in recovery where i'd say i'm more than halfway recovered. five . years . lost to that shit . all because my parent projected their own insecurities about food and weight onto me.

i forgive my mom almost entirely now !!! now that she's worked on her underlying mental illness + raging adhd, she has a better relationship with food and her body now, and we talk about anti-diet stuff and fatphobia together quite regularly. but it still fucked up the majority of my adolescent years . and that Sucks .

anyways . eating disorders are the deadliest psychiatric disorder . if you would rather a dead kid than a fat kid you don't deserve to be a parent at all .

[fatuglybvitvh]

Earlier, you posted about Americans affording things (bigger ambulances etc) the truth is we can’t! And we are usually in crippling debt for a doctor visit the rest of our life :(

I'm just seeing this message because I didn't think I'd ever get any?

Anyway.. I understand that which is why it boggles me so much. Those people on supersize vs superskinny always make me wonder, how do they even afford medication when the insulin is so expensive. And yet they need even more services, so who is earning? The kids are home, so not them, is it just the significant others? I doubt the states help or insurance.. it's such a difficult thing to live through

[body-issue]

omg i just discovered how good supersize vs. superskinny is!!! i watched it as a teenager and seen it all over tumblr but yehaw kids

[delusion-of-negation]

"It’s like there’s been so much more education thrown around about mental illnesses in general but at the same time this has made people think they are doctors and can ‘armchair diagnose’ and its so bittersweet this rise in MH awareness because of this negative darker side to it."

this part I really agree with, people think they are experts because they've seen a few things online, and they start chastising you, making assertions about your diagnosis, etc. and it's really nefarious with things like anorexia since so often showing symptoms is labelled as an encouragement of unhealthy beauty ideals via this politicisation of weight. with self-harm, it has that too, albeit to a lesser degree, like I've been told not to wear short sleeves in case an innocent kid sees my burn scars and decides to set themselves on fire, or it makes people a bit uncomfortable, and I'm like stfu it's warm. teach your kids not to play with fire, it isn't on people with burn scars (and my friend who's scars are from an explosion has had this too, it's not unique to self-harm) to parent them.

"What I’m talking about is when I saw people promoting pro ana diets and group chats where it was later seen screenshots of this girl running it who was actively pushing girls further into their eating disorder and that to me IS destructive."

this was where I started to really disagree. it's those individuals who were in that group chat who are to blame, the vast majority of the pro ana community isn't like that. proana doesn't mean "pro other people getting anorexia", it's actually "I'm enabling my own anorexia" you're pro the ana "voice" in your own head, not pro the entirety of society becoming anorexic. the majority of pictures the blogs post are just of models - these pictures had infinitely more of that swaying power on public ideals and other people when they were in a popular magazine, with captions calling it a glow-up or whatever, compared to being on some 20 follower blog that's going to get banned in a week. the diets are also less powerful at informing people by comparison to things like the show supersize vs superskinny, where they detailed the skinny person's diet, calories, nutrients, drinks, really served it so you could see the portion size, all alongside video of said person and thus clear image of how said diet will make you look. the hunger quelling tips are all easily accessed in fitness magazines too. nothing the blogs post comes anywhere near the power of where the blogs actually got that picture or info from, all progress photos on those blogs are nothing if you compare them to the ad campaigns of an incredibly wealthy diet company that run on the backs of buses with before and after pics. these blogs are simply scrapbooks for people who aren't ready to recover yet, and that has got to be their right. proana was one of, if not the first time people said "actually websites, I think you should be able to take down people who haven't broken any laws or harmed any people, just because they're icky" but I said at the time that it was opening the flood gates if you conceded this inch websites would take a mile, and everybody was like "no proana is so toxic, it needs to go" and now look. folks just did not understand the community or what it even meant to say "proana", and heard a few horror stories about assholes in group chats, and attacked it, and let websites decimate it, and then went after any skinny person online, and then discoursed to hell and back about all these concepts (like bodychecking) that they also didn't understand, and it decimated ways people had to cope - the proana blogs weren't all magically cured of their anorexia through a public backlash to their response to it, since it literally is the response the disorder pressures you into, that's how it works, most just ended up continuing but either in other places or by remaking their blog fifty times a year. this just wasn't the correct response to behaviours we know are literally symptoms of the disorder.

"If someone blogs about their struggles their diet their food diary their body checks in a way that is not making it seem desirable"

you can't. do you know what the absolute #1 most encouraging and desirable thing you're able to say to an anorexic is? the thing that's going to make them feel most like they're on the right path and doing well? "you look very sick and it's disturbing, you're too skinny". it's impossible to not make it look desirable, that just isn't how anorexia works - skinny is what you'll find desirable, no matter whether that's coming with a warning or a concern. also the comments are, again, someone's own mental voice - "I'm looking so tiny today, I love it" will be a product of the ana "voice", it's simply the symptoms of the disorder, and you're asking for people to suppress symptoms and maybe that's not what vent blogs are supposed to be about. you're drawing a line between vents or this, but that line doesn't exist, the only really present distinction is that these vent blogs in the proana community openly admit that the way they're living at the moment is enabling themselves, and their blogs will reflect that. it still is a vent of the mental illness thoughts, it just repeats what the thoughts actually say.

"more so the tagging of pro ana and the captions which could encourage other girls the active glamorisation of a disorder."

again, this is a tiny niche community that's so massively slandered and banned into oblivion, whereas most of their content comes from the aforementioned mainstream sources. people are attacking the wrong group here and it just is exhausting to have to keep telling people it.

"when I was deep into my self harm I didnt see it as bad and so i didn’t talk about it as if it was a bad thing so someone in the midst of their ED I’m not saying htem talking about how they personally dont see it as bad im not saying thats pro ana."

except that is proana. that's what it means. it's about you and your relationship to your eating disorder, and the edge cases of assholes made it into the mainstream and became the face of it. you can't just change the meaning to make the actual proana people not proana so you're able to say they're okay while saying proana is evil because you've changed it to mean only all the worst apples. that's what I meant earlier in my other comment when I said the criticism is based just in fundamental misunderstandings.

"It’s when it becomes a more generalised statement that encourages others to do so and those blogs aren’t extremely common but they are out there, sadly."

how did you not stop to question "hang on this is actually super rare and most people in these tags don't fit this description, so why did I call only this proana when it doesn't describe most of the blogs within that community?" just then

"then we’re essentially saying someone suffering with a mental illness cannot openly talk about it until they are at a point in recovery it’s deemed ‘okay’ and thats no different to people who spout they are pro mental illness like awareness and blah blah but as soon as someone shows an undesirable trait of their illness they are shit on you know?"

that's a huge part of my complaint around the discourse about proana and anorexia and any other eating disorders, so I agree 100% here.

"when I was replying to you the first thoughts in my head where oh but isn’t that just because of those people who are negatively pro ana and you bringing up Eugenia Cooney and other points sort of made me think oh shit yeah no I totally didn’t consider when I replied that yeah people do really fucking misinterpret the differences between talking about your illness candidly and what constitutes as promoting it."

yeah, the discourse around this is so toxic.

"it was on a tiktok video about a guy who makes old recipes but he’s very skinny and people were shaming him making assumptions and blah blah and I remember you making some really good points and I chimed in about how it’s gotten to a point that people see someone whose skinny and make assumptions and that does also then lead onto issues for those suffering with ED’s as well."

sorry to jump back to the start but I wanted to reiterate this point here, because everyone will assume ed with no evidence, then attack them for "promoting it" just by existing, or just for a symptom being discussed, or anything, and it really has gotten to dangerous and exhausting levels of armchair psychology and misinfo and harassment, and people just need to let it go. I said it back then but you don't know strangers on the internet, they don't owe you anything, it isn't your job to shame them or fix their health.

"Just existing now in your body can get you accused of promoting shit and so I can definitely see your argument there because it’s just damaging to the Person themselves with anorexia but also many people who are skinny for other reasons some just naturally slim uhm it just leads to an awful lot of negativity."

hate the "body checking is bad" discourse, like it's literally a compulsion that brings comfort, I am not doing anything to hurt anyone when I'll subconsciously put my hand around my wrist. like, I just noticed when I was holding a bottle I could fit my hand around the thinnest part less easily than I could fit my hand around my wrist and nobody's crops failed, nobody died, you're all completely unharmed. shut up, you're not a qualified professional who's helping somebody with their condition, you're a random bloke on the internet who's inserting themself into this.

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Er is een jongen in supersize vs superskinny kids dat serieus een flink stuk zwaarder is dan ik. Zo'n raar idee.