It's pisses me off because fats romanticize eating disorders and mental illness in general. They think it's all everyone being nice to you and giving you hugs and patting you on the back just because you tried your best today. The reality is much, much harsher. It's people telling you that you could get better if you just stopped being depressed and if you actually tried, you wouldn't be sick. It's people telling you you're faking a life-long condition for attention. It's struggling to get through everyday tasks on your own because you just don't have the energy, but no one else is willing to help you because they either don't realize how sick you actually are, or they don't care. It's year-long wait lists for psychiatrists and therapy. It's trial-and-error medications with dozens of unpleasant side effects and shock therapy when nothing else works. It's trying to make it to the end of the day without giving in to those incessant thoughts of suicide. Fucking hams have no idea what they're wishing for. It makes me rage. I hope obeasts like this end up with a serious, long-term mental illness just so they can see how much "fun" it really is.