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.
Maybe it’s because I actually suffer with the illness that I get very angry when I see people glamorizing and supporting something that almost killed me on multiple occasions and prevents me from living a healthy and happy life. I think the reason that glamorizing anorexia is socially acceptable is because people underestimate the seriousness of this disease, they find it to be laughable, they lack intelligence, and parents don’t raise their children well enough.
Also, I DON’T EVEN FUCKING WANT TO BE ANOREXIC!! I had this since I was about 10 years old, I am now approximately 21, and never in my life did I wake up and say “Hmm… You know what would be fucking wonderful, Jamie? Being anorexic. Yeah, I think I’m going to do that.” No. I always was very obsessional about health and being healthy. I think my anorexia was caused by genetics or something along those lines. A person who truly suffers with anorexia never even plans or wants to be anorexic. It just happens. The whole “wannabe anorexic” trend is beyond moronic and juvenile.
If you have a username such as anorexiaprincess, analover, ana4ever, or anything ridiculously childish, and fucking idiotic such as that, do me a favor, and don’t follow me. I don’t want anything to do with you.
Please stop fucking asking me to be your “ana friend”.. I’m not going to support a disease that almost killed me and took my dream and aspiration of becoming an astrophysicist with a PhD away from me. If you want to kill yourself and your dreams, go for it. We’re animals, and this is natural selection, but don’t fucking bother me and try to get me involved with your demise. I want to live a superior life, and I’m not stupid or weak enough to let the anorexic voice in my head beat me. A voice in which I never even wanted there.
I’m for whatever the fuck someone wants to do with their own bodies. I don’t recommend being anorexic, or promoting this mental illness, because I got it involuntarily at a young age and it has made my life a lot harder, as well as almost killing me in a few instances, however, I believe a person has a right to do whatever they want with their body as long as they’re not physically harming another living being. If you really wish to be anorexic (which I don’t know if that’s possible or not, since I really don’t think or know if one can wish a mental illness upon themselves) go for it. All I can do is tell you my experiences with anorexia, and how it makes me think, feel, and function, but it’s up to you to decide if you want that for yourself or not. I just want to point out that this disease is just that. A disease. The media, society, and other unintelligible sources made this disease a fashion statement. If you want this disease because of the media, and society, I might check with a psychologist to check your mental security and stability, as well as your intelligence level, before proceeding to starve yourself. Also, I’d say goodbye to everything else you enjoyed in life before you carry on with your eating disorder. If you’re close to your parents, or friends, you’re going to be too hungry and irritable to carry on these close relationships. If you enjoy athletics, hiking, etc., you’re going to be too mentally and physically exhausted to participate in those activities. If you have a dog or cat, say bye to them, because you’re going to be too tired to play with them as well. If you enjoy reading, writing, etc., you won’t be as good at them anymore since you’re not going to be able to get your mind off of food and how much you crave it, yet can’t have it, or else “ana” will torture you for days. The only plus side I see of this illness is, yes, it does work and you do lose a hell of a lot of weight, and, I’m sorry to admit this, but it did make me look a hell of a lot better, and now I fit into a size 0 or 1, but the negative aspects outweigh (haha “outweigh”) the positives. If you want to be anorexic, fine. I’m not going to stop you, but please consider the negatives before you go after the one positive.
I don’t let myself go to bed weighing more than 108.2 pounds, to make sure I’ll weigh in the 107 pound range the next morning. I weighed 108.4 pounds, did 300 sit ups, and didn’t lose anything. Fuck it. Tomorrow, I’m starving myself. I hate eating. It just winds up with me feeling like a failure, a small binge, and leaves me feeling terribly guilty and angry. I’m so fucking angry at myself for putting that food into my mouth. I’m 5’7”, so someone please leave me messages about how fat I am, to motivate me to lose more weight.