There seems to be a lot of stuff about eating disorders floating around on tumblr recently. Demi Lovato is furious that Disney is making jokes about anorexia, and she has every right to be. Starving yourself or binging and purging won’t make you prettyl you’ll look disgusting.
I’m not going to sugar coat it. You’ll look like a skeleton with thin, transparent skin stretched over you. You’re hair with fall out because it’s not getting the nutrients it needs. Your stomach acids will start to eat away at the lining of your stomach and cause permanent damage. You’ll constantly be sick. Your teeth can rot out of your head. Making yourself vomit doesn’t allow the esophagus to properly coat itself, and the acids in your sick will slowly eat away at it. You could eat a hole through your esophagus. You could die.
There are people who are starving out there that would kill for the food you have but won’t eat because you’re insecure. There are people out there who don’t have a choice, and you’re practically spitting in their faces. They don’t look like they’re the walking dead because they want to. They’d rather be fat and full. But you don’t really care; you’re too concerned with those couple extra pounds to shed.
The fact that Disney would make a crack about anorexia is actually appalling to me. It shows that the writers of Shake it up are immature and ignorant. Demi Lovato fought through her battle and came out the victor and, quite frankly, I applaud her for that. That’s hard to do. The fact that people put so much pressure on us to be perfect is a lot to handle. Demi promotes furiously against eating disorders—just look at her twitter (@ddlovato). to for Disney to shove that back in her face is ridiculous. It’s also unfair. She worked so hard to turn her life back around, and not many people can do that. Most just end up dead.
Are a few extra pounds really worth your health and your life? Does what the scale say really matter that much to you? Are you afraid to tell people how much you weigh? Let me tell you something; I’ve been on the wrestling team for ten years. Every single person that goes to my matches and every single boy on that team knows how much I weigh. For a while, it was uncomfortable. But weight is just a number. If you don’t like the way you look, don’t stop eating. Your body breaks down muscle before it breaks down fat. You gain weight before you lose it. I know you hear it a lot, but I swear to god this is the truth: if you eat smaller portions of the right foods and exercise, you will lose weight. I’ve been doing that for a year, and I weigh arounf 134 pounds. I’m only 5’2”. I’m not fat, I’m almost solid muscle (You know, except for boobs.) and I’m not the slightest bit embarrassed that I just told all of Tumblr how much I weigh.
Do you know why? Because no one who matters will really care about how much I way and the ones that care don’t really matter. So thank you Disney, for promoting something that kills people every day who think they’re not skinny enough and not pretty enough. And to the people who are bragging about how they lost 5 pounds because they’ve been throwing up for weeks and are actually proud of themselves, you clearly have a problem. And it’s disgusting that you do that to yourself. And it’s sad that you hate the way you look enough to hurt yourself like that. It’s just wrong.