Something I Said on Tumblr today:

This was in response to a really disgusting picture that someone had posted and someone else had thought was cool because it glorified an extremely skinny body (I mean sickeningly thin). This person went on to say somethings about how being anorexic and dying a quick death was a better life than being obese and dying a slow death:

Who cares what people say? What kind of person lives their life based on what the rest of the world thinks of them? If a person is so caught up in what other people think of them that they base the result of their life on someone else, then is their life really that much greater than an obese person’s life?

Do you want to know the bad things about being obese?

You can be in pain all the time and doctors don’t care. You can be sick all the time and doctors might not care.

Of course, you know what happens when you get as skinny as that picture? You hurt and you’re sick and NO ONE feels for you because by that point they figure that you brought it on yourself. People might pity you the first 10-15 pounds underweight that you are, but once you hit a certain point, then chances are they just won’t really care.

I understand what it’s like to want to be skinny. I’ve always wanted to be skinny. I’ve always had to listen to doctors telling me that it was in my best interest to be skinny. I’ve dieted. I’ve prayed for the day when I would have the self-control to be anorexic. I’ve gone to the ends of the earth to lose weight, and for a while I was small for me. I was still larger than a lot of people, but you know what I realized? My self-worth had nothing to do with the pounds that I weighed or the appearance in the mirror. My self-worth had to do with how I felt about myself as a person.

What people see is what people see, but who they interact with…that is the real person. Flesh, fat, etc. is just basically some illusion that we all interpret in different ways.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.

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