Dear concerned friends

[maevele]

who don't even read my LJ;

IT'S NOT A FUCKING EATING DISORDER! It has nothing to do with fucking body image, so when you go to be all concerned about my eating, there is no point in telling me I don't need to lose any more weight. I'm not trying to lose fucking weight you fucknuts. It's a symptom of my mental issues, called lack of appetite. I'm not starving myself, it's just food all tastes like clay and I can only choke down so fucking much. If you are concerned about my eating, bring me a fucking cheeseburger and shut up while I eat it.

Comments

[agateway.livejournal.com]

amen

i catch shit for the things i eat because well damn it, it's not what someone missing their intestines and stomach parts should eat. how they know is amazing.

let's eat a burger together :)

[chris462.livejournal.com]

Mmm ... cheeseburger.

[mylaptopisevil.livejournal.com]

fuck now i want a cheeseburger.

[ethora.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that food tastes like clay to you. I hope that this is a temporary phenomenon and that your "concerned friends" learn to lay off.

May there be many cheeseburgers in your future.

[maevele.livejournal.com]

It's not every day, and it works out that any given day when it's really bad, there is at least one thing that will appeal, but it's always bad, greasy stuff. If i could actually live on burgers, feta pizza, gyros and juice, without dying of malnutrition, or breaking the budget ordering gyros and pizza, I'd be fine.


BTW, HI! I've missed you! Which is why I am compulsively responding to your posts.

[ethora.livejournal.com]

When I worked at a daycare center, the cook there would make this wonderful greasy lasagna that tasted positivity bad for you but was actually really nutritious. What she did was take a zillion veggies and puree them. Then she added this puree between the cheese and noodle layers and it was awesome. All the little kids loved it, and me too. You could also add ground meat if you're into that. Just sharing the idea.

When I go through spells of depression, all food tastes amazing to me (thus my concerned friends give me the opposite spiel). I tend to want pizza because it is easy. In times of depression I'd look at my above lasagna advice and say, "sounds good if you'll make it." *Sigh*

I have some health issues that are forcing me to monitor my nutrition, and I think that this is The Universe's way of slapping me into shape. I much prefer the Universe to "concerned " busy bodies.

Oh, and HI back! You won't miss me after I'm through posting compulsively tonight!

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you are feeling like this.

And I am sick of friends who throw around phrases they don't understand like "eating disorder" and "anorexia."