A Note To Skinny Girls



Dear Skinny Girls, 

I finally know what it’s like to be in your shoes and to be made fun of for our stick figures. 

There are mutliple forms of eating disorders. While the two most common ones may be anorexia and bulimia, there’s also binge eating disorder, pica syndrome, or even compulsive overeating. 

Let’s just go over a few things:

Anorexia: No food intake. Seriously, even eating a cracker makes the anorexic suffer. I don’t suffer from this, because I like to eat, and I get headaches when I don’t eat anything for two hours at a time. 

Bulimia: binge eating followed by purging. Even if I tried to do this, I wouldn’t be able to, because my tiny banana sized stomach can’t even handle one little piece of food. 

Pica syndrome: wanting to eat non food items. Ie- tin cans or bits of string. I cannot eat tin cans specifically because that would tear my stomach and then I’d be back at square one, and would be back on the table with  Dr. McDreamy. 

Compulsive Overeating: Do I need to say more? Eating until the point we get sick. While this is not characterized as an eating disorder as of yet, it should be. I used to be a compulsive over eater, I have learned to control myself, and I am happy to say that I am just a regular eater as of now. 

I used to judge people, and call them anorexic and not think about how it could affect peoples feelings. I know that I didn’t like being called “fatass or fatty” or any of those mean names. I apologize to the people that I’ve hurt, and I take back what I said. I don’t like being accused of being something that I’m not. 

I guess I learned my lesson the hard way! 

Happy 4th of the Month to ME!

Today marks the one month anniversary of me having my surgery. Exactly thirty days ago today, the doctors so nicely let me take a nap and cut me open to change my life forever. I really didn’t think I would be able to stick to it, because I can’t stick to anything, except eating. I love to eat. Now, I’ve focused all my energy on this blog, and making people laugh. I got on the scale today, to do my one month weigh in, and I am officially (on my scale) down 35 pounds. I never in my life thought it would be possible for me to lose that much weight. When people ask me how much weight I plan on losing, I always answer with “oh, I’d be happy losing between 60-80 pounds”. It’s hard to believe that I’m already half way there. Obviously now, it takes a bit longer because the weight doesn’t come off as fast (but who cares, it still comes off)

Food is the enemy. Food was never my friend. All food wanted me to do was to hang out with it all the time and for me to chew it up. Well food, it’s over- and I’ve never been happier to have you out of my life. I thought it would be hard, and I thought that I would stay mad at you forever. I also thought that we would never have a normal friendship in moderation.