I'm so totally Kayla. Blah Blah Blah recovering from a shitty-ass eating disorder Blah. There's gonna be a lot of ED recovery shit on here because yeah it's important but I'm also a person who likes taking photos, riding my goddamn bike, Bright Eyes, feminism, Neutral Milk Hotel, salt, Arrested Development, getting my back rubbed, most cats, and smelly old books.




when people assume i’m straight i feel so insulted, like am i not gay enough?? do i need to step up my queer game??

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heads up someone tag me in six selfies plz <3

I just want to thank you a lot because of your post. I really didn't know that vaginas have a smell I was literally scared bc of it and also that all genitals look different, before I had sex I was all worried mine looked weird.
- Anonymous


i’m so sorry you went years thinking that like so many of us. vaginas can be crazy, but remember: they are all amazing.

Do you think it's bad if I eat 3000 cals a day? That's what I'm hungry for but I feel like most people don't eat that much
- Anonymous

Inaccurate resources for telling you how much food you need: magazines, the lady at the gym, the news, diet books, blogs, articles of any form of media

Accurate resources for telling you how much food you need: your body.

It knows. It’s begging you to trust it. Hunger is a sign that you need nutrients. Give your body what it needs! Do be sure to drink a lot of water as well, though, as dehydration can fuck up all your signals. 

Also, it’s super untrue that the average adult American eats 2,000 cals a day. You know where those numbers come from? Surveys. People underestimate and under report ALL the time. You’re intake is totally normal as far as I’m concerned.


‘I tried bulimia once.’

There’s nothing quite as lovely as a thoughtful message from someone who understands:

     ’Sorry you’re going through this, I tried bulimia once and it sucked.’

Bulimia does suck.  The sky is also blue, and the world round.

But darling, you did not try bulimia once.

Forgive me if I’m callous, but I can’t dig up much sympathy for someone who believes gagging once and deciding it’s icky is ’bulimia’.  Sure, it’s never a good thing to try to make yourself sick, unless you’ve just been poisoned.  And thinking purging is a viable option isn’t exactly healthy.

But sticking your fingers down your throat and coughing and then going OH MY GOD EW is not bulimia.  Fasting for a day and then ‘fainting’ in the hallway is not anorexia.  And ‘getting so desperate I seriously considered anorexia or bulimia’ isn’t an eating disorder. 

Bulimia is a speeding train with no brakes, bingeing and purging and bingeing and purging no matter how broke you are or how disgusting the food is or what you should be doing.  It’s gorging until you can barely stand, puking until you bleed, and the city could burn to the ground and when it was over you’d still be standing in the ashes, bingeing and purging.

Anorexia is a wall of blue-gray ice, a miswired translation code that turns appetite into disgust, a terror you don’t understand, a fear so real you can see it and hear it and kiss it goodnight, an illogical logic that rewrites everything and you know you need to eat and maybe you even really want to eat but you just can’t because if you did everything would fall apart.

Desperation is digging through the garbage for nothing-something-anything to stuff in your face because you have to binge and purge right now.  Desperation is standing frozen in the aisle of the grocery store for minutes/hours/years, and then buying the same calorie-free crap you always buy because you can’t eat it if it’s not safe.  Desperation is swallowing laxatives like normal people swallow candy, just because you have to be empty.

And you can’t ’consider anorexia and bulimia’, as though they were for sale at the pharmacy between agoraphobia and cyclothymia. 

You didn’t ‘try bulimia once’.

It’s not a diet, and it’s not a choice.


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so I’m back in the suburbs at my parents house and I was sitting in the sink pulling and prodding at my skin and rating parts of my body and looking at my cellulite and I’m 15 years old again and I’m on the verge of tears and I’m so exhausted


and then  I get up and I see my short “fuck you” hair and my rad as shit tattoo and I’m like wow haha fuck that noise i am an adult and i have better shit to do right now