Sunday, March 11, 2007

And The Dirty Truth Comes Out.

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.