Let's just get right to the point, shall we?
I was anorexic.
Key word there would be 'was'.
As in, 'am not anymore.'
As in, 'I don't need you to try and fix me, because I'm not broken. So don't.'
Now you all know "what's going on" and you can stop asking me if I'm okay every five minutes. I'm fine.
This is not a cry for help.
This is a cry for some peace.
I'm tired of skirting around topics and watching you all walk on eggshells when you talk to me.
And if you'd like to continue to call me an 'anorexic freak' now that you know that I really was anorexic, go right on ahead - as long as you use one or the other. You want to call me anorexic? Fine, the truth hurts, hmm? And you want to call me freak? Whatever. You're entitled to your opinion.
But when you call me 'anorexic freak', it's not only insulting me, it's insulting every person on this planet who has ever suffered from an eating disorder. And let me tell you, that's a lot of people. Conservative estimates say one out of every 100 people in America suffers from anorexia, with approximately 95% of them being female. Only America, and only anorexia. And that doesn't count who-knows-how-many-people who won't admit it.
So if you want to call me anorexic, fine. It was, after all, previously true.
If you want to call me freak, fine. Your opinion. I can handle it.
But if you say 'anorexic freak' one more time, I'm going to have to say something for the 2,984,443 people in America who can't say anything for themselves, because you're making a hideous overgeneralization.
And I'm honestly, truly fine. I don't need your sympathy, because nothing is wrong anymore. I don't want to be your community service project or your pity target. At least have the decency to treat me like a human. Like the same girl you've been friends with for however long, because that's who I am. I just hit a rough spot and got a little bruised up.
That's all I have to say. And people might talk. People probably will talk. Gossip spreads fast.
But guess what?
Go right on ahead.
I'll show you what it means to turn the other cheek.
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HEY! I love you no matter what!!! I promise even if you kill me I'll still love you! What are friends for? Life happens sometimes we go through rough spots. But we fall and get back up again. I know it's hard to tell people things sometimes because I know it is and what it's like to have a secret similar to yours but if you ever need help through something or just want someone to lean on or even a shoulder to cry on. I promise I'm here! and I'm sincere about this i'm not just saying this to say it.
I LOVE YOU!!! Trust in the Lord. For he will never leave nor foresake you!
hey chelsea. i know we haven't talked a lot lately. and i don't think any differently of you. i have been there and i know what it is like. it isn't fun, and once you tell people they treat you all funny. if you ever need someone to talk to i am always here, even if we never see each other. you are an amazing person and im glad you worked through things. you did something about it and that is something to be proud of. we need to hang out soon. i don't know the last time i saw you. hope school is going well and i will talk to you soon.
I just found this -- and am thrilled to have found that someone feels the same way I do about the term "anorexic freak"! Thank you thank you thank you!
~Emily
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