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    • hannahcrazylibellulea

      My eating disorder reached its peak shortly after starting college. I lied to people on my floor so I could use their scales. I spent hour after hour running on treadmills instead of studying. I ate alone. I skipped meals. I read article after article about the horrors of trans fats, the freshman 15, and eating excess amounts of carbs. I thought I was the epitome of health, but it made my life a living hell. On my worst night, I remember simultaneously watching a food documentary, looking up nutrition facts for my dining hall online, and logging my excessive exercise for the day—all the while being absolutely starving. I was so sick and stressed and exhausted that while I was hanging out with one of my best friends at school later that night, I couldn’t take it anymore and spilled everything to her—every skipped meal, every time I ate vegetables instead of ice cream, every mile I logged. She hugged me while I cried, told me that she had been where I was, and promised me that no matter how hard it seemed, things were going to get better. It was the first time I felt like I wasn’t alone dealing with what I now know to be an eating disorder, and gave me the courage to talk to a therapist on campus about my problems. My friend was right—sometimes it’s the hardest thing in the world, but it gets better.

    • hannahcrazylibellulea

      Though as a proud feminist I understand the importance of eradicating rules that portray female sexuality in a negative light, ENOUGH with the incessant focus on battling dress codes! Women across the world are victimized in so many ways far outside the scope of “not being able to wear crop tops go school.” Let’s talk about child marriage. Let’s talk about the women whose cultures dictate their inferiority. Let’s talk about the women who don’t even have the opportunity to GET an education. Feminists, let’s talk about something besides teenagers wanting to wear dresses and shorts to school—suffering is relative, and I for one would prefer a strict dress code to no education at all.

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