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mindondepression · 2 years
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Literally no one:
My body dysmorphia: lol u look like this
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mindondepression · 3 years
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I HAVE NOT, AND WILL NOT, HURT MYSELF TODAY
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mindondepression · 3 years
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Secret journal
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mindondepression · 3 years
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mindondepression · 3 years
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tiffvu:
 have a little faith everyone :)
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mindondepression · 3 years
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From constipation to shitting my pants
ED recovery is so awkward. I am 2 weeks in now and at first I was really bloated and constipated. I was like a potato with stick legs and arms... and gassy all the time. But now, with some medication, it’s an whole other shitshow (pun intended) I just litterally shat my pants... as an adult. I want to recover, just so I never have to go through this again lol
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mindondepression · 3 years
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the child
my body is a child unloved
I should take more care of it
I should listen to it more
maybe hug it once in a while
I should put it to sleep
I should let it feed
I should give it what it needs
the child is crying in the shower
is collapsing in its bed
it is hated and unwanted
is uncared for, almost dead
it is hungry
it is starving
it is lonely
it is cold
it is trying hard and harder
it is doing as its told
the child wants to be beautiful
the child wants to be loved
but all it gets is less and lesser
all it gets is fear
the child is begging for some loving
but love did not appear
-aeris
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mindondepression · 3 years
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life changing epiphany about my ED
For all of you who are currently struggling, please read this. 
For six months, I have been very eating disordered. I lost a good chunck of my weight, but it was never enough. Being dangerously underweight, the GP checked my weight every single week. I was actually 2 kilo’s away from being force fed. I didn’t care at all. It was as if life itself had been sucked out of me and I didn’t care about anything that happened anymore. 
I wished I had the motivation to change my ways around food and to actually live, but the motivation never came. I asked people why I should recover, to hopefully get myself to an epiphany... but nothing seemed to click. 
Until this week. Honestly, I had given up my hope to ever be willing to recover. “I will be this way until I’m dead” I said all the time. 
It was on a monday. It had been 36 hours since my last meal and I felt sluggish. Every single movement, became a task. I had to leave work early, because I couldn’t even stand up for longer than a few minutes anymore. 
So I went home, wanting to complete my 48 hour fast. I threw my bag in the corner and went lying in my bed. I couldn’t feel my heart beating, every single breath I took was painful. Time stood still and I was lying there, thinking about all the things I couldn’t do. I was hungry, tired, but I couldn’t do anything about it. “Just let me die here” I was repeating in my head. 
Until something clicked, all of the sudden. I got up, went to the kitchen. Without measuring, I poured a cup full with greek yoghurt and mixed grainola through it. I ate it all. It felt as if life was being given back to me. I kept thinking “what have I done to myself to deserve this?” This was the moment, I was desperate to recover. While 5 minutes before, I was desperate to die. 
I ate until I was full. Chocolate, pizza, bread, fruits, I wanted it all. For five days now, I have been feeding myself properly. Listening to every single hunger cue and never skipping a meal, no matter what. 
It’s taxing as hell, I’m bloated all the time. Haven’t been able to take a shit, causing me to have extreme abdominal pain. But I am certain that this is the right thing to do now. 
Sure, I have a love hate relationship with recovery. I feel quilty for eating as much as I do, but I won’t let that part of me dictate what to do. It brought me nothing but missery and pain. 
“you will become fat!” “you didn’t need that second cookie” and so on... and so on...
This voice led me to almost die. And what for? To never be satisfied anyway? 
I realised, but ACTUALLY realised, we have one life. And I know, when you read this it looks clichè, but let it sink in: anorexia is the most deadly mental illness and it will kill you if you go through with it, eventually. Let that sink in, please. 
Nothing tastes as good, as healthy feels.
That’s all 
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mindondepression · 3 years
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weird thing ED makes me do
- eating one piece of liqourish per hour, making one cup of them last for 10 hours  - when I eat, the circumstances need to be absolutely perfect. Alone, with the right utensils (small), with the perfect form of entertainment and lighting - eating one huge fastfood meal, then heavily restricting for days afterward - drinking and eating as little as possible before being weight at the GP, cause I can’t handle the thought of having gained weight - not being able to eat food others made me - postponing eating, eventhough I almost faint at the spot - rubbing my stomach to feel if my ribs are still there - making sure my ribs stick out more than my belly  - only ordering drinks at restaurants
I will surely add more to this, I am a odd little creature :P
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mindondepression · 3 years
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Foodlog may 30th
Breakfast: smarties pop up ice cream (105)
Lunch: 8 small tomatoes (15)
The day isnt over yet but I feel so full and fat.. feel like im gaining but it can't be... right?
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mindondepression · 3 years
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I’m so stuck
I can’t break this cycle of undereating and starving. I am losing and dying, but I don’t have the motivation to stop doing it. 
I don’t want to die... but I can’t seem to find a reason to live either. I don’t know what to fight for, so why should I? But at the same time, I just wanna get better. I’m doing so poorly...
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mindondepression · 3 years
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Foodlog may 27th
Breakfast: - Lunch: bag of crisps (764) Diner: -
Exercise: -263
Total: 501 
I feel like shit today. Energy is so low and everything hurts. I want to eat properly, but brain telling me I can’t... this shit sucks. 
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mindondepression · 3 years
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Got back on track after my cheat day. Only had a piece of fruit and some greek yoghurt today. All is well.. I gained some weight but it will get off again.
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mindondepression · 3 years
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I ate way too much and am planning on eating more. SCREW THIS!
getting back on track tomorrow. But since Im underweight, I allow myself to relax a little. I had multiple cookies, a HUGE pizza calzone and am going to eat a whole bag of crisps. And you know what? Screw the toxic voice in my head that doesn’t allow me to do this. I will not gain a significant amount of weight in one day.
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mindondepression · 3 years
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Body check male, not sucking in. Belly pics
Am I thinspo yet?
48.8 kg / 107.6 lbs
173 cm / 5'8
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mindondepression · 3 years
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I used to think 1200 calories was too little but now I think 600 is too much
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mindondepression · 3 years
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Finally opened up a little about my eating problems to a family member. This is what he said: "you are worried about your weight!? What are you, a woman!? Get yourself together"
I am ftm transgender..
Well, never again!
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