there are obviously different intensities of mental health issues. I think I should have realized this earlier, because the internet is the type of place where you're exposed to people with a myriad of problems.
but there's a point when you realize how easy you have it in comparison.
"I fucking hate my stomach and thighs, so now I'm dieting. 1000 calories a day." "oh, good luck. I eat one 500 calorie meal a day. and nothing on weekends." "oh."
like, shit. this is why people are strongly against online thinspiration communities. it's where you get a mentality that you could be doing more, doing worse, where you see the results of years of body dysmorphia and starvation and self-hatred and you say maybe if I did that... don't do that.
"shit, my friend saw a scar on my arm. I had to lie about a fall or something." "that sucks. I can't wear shorts because my thighs are completely covered in cuts." "oh."
shouldn't it be a wake-up call? your life could really center around your sickness, as opposed to it being a coping mechanism. but instead you just feel like what you're doing is stupid, childish, boring. look at your scarred, skinny, hopeless internet friends, and feel pale and fat and naïve.
you're not. you're one of the good ones.
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