Ok folks, the way I see it, there are people with Anorexia, and then there are try-hard attention seeking people who try to starve themselves because it's trendy.
The people with Anorexia genuinely have issues with eating. I have known several people with genuine anorexia, and had to witness two of them sitting side by side, both saying they felt like an elephant sitting next to the other. (Both were waffer thin). I remember one girl in particular. She was in and out of hospital for over a year because she was so underweight. She spent a large amount of that time on bedrest to conserve energy. She absolutely HATED eating, she genuinely felt fat, and yet aside from that, she was an amazing person. She was a music prodigy who made a cello come alive (she had prefect pitch), she was kind, friendly, very academic (she loved school and really wanted to be allowed to go but she wasn't), yet despite all this, she had a hard time relating with her family, and was genuinely convinced that she was fat and ugly. There is no doubt in my mind that she was genuine: I simply refuse to believe that anyone as nice and as intelligent as her would starve themselves because they felt like a bit of extra attention. Besides, Nasal Gastric Tubes are NOT FUN!
Then there are the people who want attention. In other words, middle to upper class girls in middle secondary school who have been influenced by the number of weight loss clinics available, and think the whole 'OMG MY BUM LOOKS SO BIG IN THESE JEANS I SO HAVE TO NOT DRINK SOFT DRINK AND JUST STICK WITH MY EVIAN COS IT'S WAY TRENDY' thing is cool. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be judging, but I feel it's true, although I admit that it is heavily influenced by society's ideals of weight and figure. In the same class, I group the 'omg life is so depressing and my parents don't love me anymore because they didn't buy me alcohol and let me go to *insert name of dodgiest guy at school*'s party, and they just don't understand what it's like because life is soo hard for me and nobody even cares... oh I know, I will start a blog and spurt crappy poems to the world about how I cut myself and how I starve myself (like, totally, I mean, I might have like, a 5 pack of doughnuts when I get home, but I swear I only ever eat sugar-free gum when I'm out, and I eat laxatives like you wouldn't believe' people. Again, I know I sound harsh. Again, I think that a lot of this comes from external pressures. And yet, it is people like this, people who make a big fuss about starving themselves and only last a few days that give people with Anorexia, a real and deadly disability, a bad name.
I once knew a girl who threatened to poke her arm with a sewing needle and rupture a main artery and die. She also attacked her wrists once with a vegetable peeler, leaving tiny little surface marks. Sure, she was depressed, she was sad, she was lonely, she wanted attention. This was all very real to her, and I don't judge her on that. But was she genuinely suicidal? No. If she had been, she would have taken a knife to her wrists, instead of telling everyone that she *would* kill herself. I had another friend who carved profanities into his skin, covered it up with pieces of A4 paper, and then went around telling everyone that he had paper taped to him so... oh s**t.
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