The date and time it is minus December 29th, 1991 at approximately seven o'clock in the morning equals my age.
I have a wonderful boyfriend named Jeff who is my everything.
I have an obsession with Marilyn Manson, Motionless in White, astronomy, science in general, and Stephen Hawking.
I am a physics major, astronomy minor, and I play the piano.
I love heavy metal.
I'll beat you in chess.
My personality type is INTJ.
I'm a raw vegan and I don't have a religion.
I am very misanthropic.
I'm straight edge. (Which means I don't do drugs or consume alcohol.)
I would waste time telling you about who I am, yet I'd rather you find out by yourself.
If you’re a supporter of something and for something, wouldn’t you want to post pictures and type about how awesome it is and how happy it makes you? I mean if you truly were an advocate for the “anorexic lifestyle” like you claim to be, you’d post pictures of how happy anorexics are, how being anorexic is the best thing in the world, you’d type about how happy you are to be a part of this lifestyle, etc.
It seems like most of you aren’t “pro anorexia” or “pro ana”, but whinny sophomoric teenage or preteen girls who just desperately want attention by faking having an eating disorder. I’m sorry, but “I had a salad for dinner! I’m so anorexic!” or “I skipped dinner once! I’m so pro ana!” isn’t being anorexic. It’s being a fucking idiot. I personally recommend that you get professional mental help for wanting to seek attention in such a negative and immature way.
I truly have anorexia, and although I honestly don’t hate it and I enjoy the results it gave/gives me, I am not an advocate of my eating disorder. I’d rather focus my attention or energy on being an advocate for science, critical thinking, and being “pro intelligence”. I don’t feel like pushing something that may be the reason someone dies upon them or saying that it’s okay. I may be fine and accepting that I have anorexia and that I enjoy the results, but to inflict or impose my dangerous lifestyle upon others and possibly cause someone to die from it is not responsible and something I’d feel morally right doing.
I think people need to learn how to think.
STOP FUCKING GLORIFYING MY MENTAL ILLNESS LIKE IT’S SOME PRECIOUS TROPHY THAT I SHOULD BE FUCKING PROUD OF!!
Seriously, you all are bitches, and I hope you get help for that eating disorder that you pretend to have for attention. “I ate a salad for dinner! I’m so anorexic!” Yeah, shut the fuck up. I went days without eating and almost died, and at one point of my 21 year old life, I only had less than 6 months to live. You think you know what anorexia is? You don’t. So shut the fuck up.
God, no wonder why I’m so misanthropic. People are so fucking stupid, especially preteen girls who make my mental illness look like it’s a joke, which then leads to society thinking it’s just a vanity issue instead of a real mental illness.
How I get messages every other day from “body positive” or “body acceptance” people who tell me that I’m not allowed to find someone to be beautiful because they have an eating disorder. So anyone who has an eating disorder isn’t beautiful? That’s insane. I hope these people know that over eating is another type of eating disorder. They’re being hypocrites in that they are supporting one over the other. Moreover, aren’t these people suppose to be “body positive”? Do you think telling women who are very thin, regardless if they have an eating disorder or not, that they’re not beautiful, is very body positive?
Anyways, I’m sick of responding to these messages, so this is my last response (hopefully):
I am allowed to find whatever I want to be beautiful. Quite simply, I don’t find fat or curves on the female body to be beautiful, so my eyes are more drawn to thinner women. This is not because the media thrust this way of thinking on me. It’s because people, naturally, have different perspectives of what beauty is, as well as what they find to be physically (as well as mentally) acceptable. When I re-blog pictures of thin women, it’s because I find them to be pleasing to look at, and so I feel that they make my blog look better for my own amusement. This is my blog, and I am allowed to post or re-blog whatever I wish to. If you don’t like what I post, you have every right to click the “unfollow” button, or to not follow me at all. I won’t be hurt by it. I am not, nor did I ever claim to be, part of the body acceptance or body positive movement. I actually find the idea of babying women by telling them that “everyone is beautiful” or “everyone is special in their own way” to be repulsive and degrading. I am not a babysitter, nor do I feel the need to cater to anyone’s low self esteem. If anything I say, post, think, or do offends you, that isn’t my fault. It’s yours, and I never have and never will censor myself for anyone or to protect anyone’s feelings.
That will be all.
You want a man who can physically pick you up … so you don’t feel like a fat cow.
You want a man with legs/torso/arms bigger that yours … so you don’t feel like a fat cow.
You want a man who isn’t “frail” or “breakable” so you can feel diminutive, which is what you think a woman should feel like.
You don’t choose men based on your actual attraction to them, you use them as tools to fix your pathetic self-esteem issues.
Ladies, you disgust me.
Bras increase the chance of breast cancer immensely, as well as being very unhealthy and restrictive to the female body. The muscles in the breasts need movement and exercise just like every other organ. I advise throwing away bras, and letting your breasts do their natural, healthy thing.
I have this disease, and I’ve had it since I was about 9 or 10. I’m now 20 years old. 10 to 11 years later, and I’m still in this prison involuntarily. If you wish to be in this mental hell like I am, I recommend you say goodbye to everyone and everything that you love, because you’re not going to be enjoying them for very long. I haven’t been legitimately happy for my entire life, and although I’m not an emotional person, I have to admit that it would be nice to experience the feeling of happiness. If you really wish to acquire this disease, I urge you to spend an entire week with an anorexic person, seeing all of our rituals, obsessive habits, crying spells, dizzy spells, seeing us struggle to do something as simple as taking a shower because our legs are shaking from lack of muscle, not being able to sleep at night due to the fear of not waking up the next morning, lying to our families and telling them that everything is getting better, while everything is getting worse, giving up hanging out with everyone, isolating ourselves in our rooms for days, our weigh ins, our painful punishments, etc. Anorexia isn’t a joke. This is not funny. This is not fun. This isn’t beautiful. This is hell. This is my prison. I am not cognitively free. If you think anorexia is “cool” or whatever, fuck you.
I think women need to grow the fuck up and stop begging society to accept them, and instead, learn how to accept themselves. Furthermore, some of you who label yourselves as “curvy” are, in fact, fat. You’re hypocrites because you go around saying how anorexics and skinny women aren’t beautiful because they promote eating disorders, however, you’re doing exactly the same. This isn’t fifth grade, and you aren’t children, and we don’t need to baby you and tell you how “everyone is special”… not everyone is special. If everyone is special, the word “special” would lose it’s meaning. You don’t see men with a lame body acceptance movement, do you? Maybe it’s because men are intelligent enough not to go around acting like children who need the world to treat them like a child so that “wittle baby can feel better about themselves.” Grow up.
Stop making yourself look ridiculous by saying that curvy women should be proud of themselves for embracing their, let’s face it, fat on their bones, while calling skinny girls bitches just because they have fast metabolisms, can control what they put into their mouths, or have a medical problem that prohibits them from gaining weight. Also, isn’t it possible that some women are, in reality, fat? An overeating problem IS an eating disorder. We shouldn’t praise large women who have eating disorders. Instead of begging others for acceptance, why don’t you just learn how to accept yourself? People who truly value themselves don’t need others to accept them, because they are secure enough to do it themselves. I feel like I’m on a planet filled with children, for fucks sake. “Let’s baby everyone and tell them that we’re all special.” Well, fuck that. This is reality. You aren’t all special. Some of you are just of average intelligence, average looks, and of average cognitive standing. Some are even below average. Grow up and face reality, and stop being fucking children. If you’re insecure about yourself, do something about it instead of bitching to me or others about how we should pamper you because you’re sad… poor adult-sized baby, you…. Ugh.
Let’s focus on making both genders equal by solely focusing on the issues of only one of them while begging that we oppress the other.
Men, and even women, aren’t going to take you seriously or respect you if all you do is whine and beg for respect without doing anything at all to obtain it. If you truly want to be valued as an “equal” in society, why don’t you go become a doctor, learn to do something extremely creative, invent something, or help out with a meaningful cause. Also, no man is going to want to be with you if you keep on saying how horrid their gender is.
Furthermore, in sexual situations, I actually like being dominated in the bedroom, and I enjoy foreplay, as well as the man taking over and calling me his “sex slave”, “bitch”, and “whore”. It’s not oppression if I enjoy it and if I’m okay with it. Are you ladies trying to get in my way of living out my sexual fantasies?
In addition, I feel that women constantly complain that they’re not perfect and that society should accept them the way they were, yet the majority of these women are extraordinarily hypocritical because they also go around saying how they want the perfect guy that will bend over backwards and give up his goals and aspirations to please their selfish selves. No man is perfect, just as no woman is perfect, and to go around looking for “prince charming” when you’re no princess is, quite frankly, pathetic.
Conclusively, women say how degrading it is for people such as myself to post pictures of “unrealistic” bodies regarding women, however, it seems to be socially acceptable to post unrealistic bodies of men. Men have the ability to get insecure by images as well, and men suffer with BDD just as women do, and men have deadly eating disorders also. I don’t see anyone having a ridiculous body acceptance movement for men, do I? No, because women would laugh at the movement and men are suppose to be all “manly” and “self sufficient” in this fucked up society.
If you want to call yourself a feminist and put down men, simply because they were born with a penis, expect me to laugh at you and look down on you, because you’re obviously a sexist cunt.