Are you unhealthy? Can I buy you a sandwich? Little rant here I know this gets mentioned a lot, but I am so fucking tired of being asked if I'm eating or being told I'm a 'thin little thing' or 'wasting away'. Fuck off. Why is it okay for fats to shit all over me and make me feel bad about myself but for me not to even throw a look in their direction without trigguhin their condishuns? I recently went through a rocky emotional time and found myself resorting to some of my old restriction habits. Every time a fat paraded by I wanted to run to the nearest closed off space and hyperventilate imagining my body blowing up to that size just for eating a small serving of something. But they all have eating disorders, right? Goooooooodness no, I could never be triggered by anything they say. I got that thin priv-uh-lege