Oh.My.God. What.Is.Going.On How.Did.I.Get.Here? What.Am.I.Doing.With.My.Life? AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I had to miss out on meeting friends for lunch and to say goodbye for the last time before everyone leaves after graduation because I have a nutritionist appointment. I’m in one of those moods where I really despise having to do treatment things. I got in trouble in nutrition a few weeks ago for not wanting to open up and I’m afraid today is going to be another bitchy day.
I’m graduating today! It’s been rough at times but I made it through. I might not be getting the honors other people are getting, but I’m alive and proud.
:D you’re the best
I have decided to go to the pool party after all even though my gastroparisis is back and I’ve gained.
I actually think that I look kind of acceptable. I don’t look “anorexic” anymore by a longshot but maybe I can still look okay? Photos under the read more.
Senior week. Too much drinking. Eating at weird times makes my digestion stop. I have never weighed this much in my life. Trying to stave off a melt down.
Do you know the size of people just by looking at them ? I don’t , the lady was trying to help you , your disorder made you take it perosonally but i’m sure she really just was trying to help you.
and the woman telling you had a nice figure probably was just telling the truth. You are beautiful, accept the body you were created with :-) and congratulations on your internship :)
I am entirely aware that she was just trying to help me, which is why it upset me so much. I felt like if a random person trying to help me out thinks I’m that big, it must really be true. I always want to know what other people think when they see me because my team tells me that it’s much different from how I see myself, but I felt like this was confirmation that it wasn’t true.
Again, I went on with my day, so I’m beyond it now, but it was really terrifying at the time.
Thank you for your kind response.
I went to Goodwill to shop for work clothes to wear to my new internship (and whatever comes after). Clothing shopping has been a bit rough recently and has frequently sent me into tailspins.
I was looking at the suits and this woman who was also shopping asked me if I was looking at suits, and I said yes. Somehow she decided to be my personal shopping assistant and start pulling things for me to try, without asking my size. I felt my head start screaming because she was pulling sizes that were larger than my actual size and she thought I was 4 inches shorter than I am.
I freaked out because it was like a confirmation that other people really do see me as being just as fat as I see myself.
Somehow, I managed not to cry in the store, though. I made it through the rest of the shopping trip and even tried things on after that. I didn’t manage any pants, but I got some other things that I can wear and feel good in. Also, some woman when I was leaving the Goodwill approached me and said, “Now, don’t think I’m a lesbian or something, but you have a fantastic figure!”
Anyway, I wanted to end this on a hopeful, positive note, but, seeing as how my sense of hope and positivity is still shrouded in a thick layer of feeling like hope and positivity are bullshit, I’ll just say this: Nobody can guarantee that it’s going to be okay, but — and I don’t know if this will be comforting to anyone else — the possibility exists that there’s a piece of corn on a floor somewhere that will make you just as confused about why you are laughing as you have ever been about why you are depressed. And even if everything still seems like hopeless bullshit, maybe it’s just pointless bullshit or weird bullshit or possibly not even bullshit.I don’t know.But when you’re concerned that the miserable, boring wasteland in front of you might stretch all the way into forever, not knowing feels strangely hope-like.
- I am convinced that I am too much for people to want to deal with from the start.
- I shut people out and clearly keep myself from opening up.
- When they push me to open up, I open up too much to prove to them that they shouldn’t want to be with me because I am too much to handle.
- They feel good that I have opened up to them and feel strongly about our relationship.
- Repeat step 3 until person believes I am too much to handle and needs space.
- Take request for space as complete rejection and become too embarrassed to talk to the person again.
- Look for reassurance from them anyway.