As a healthy 33 year old woman who shed maybe less than 10 KGs (22 lbs) in a year, I can safely say the last thing I expected was to be singled out as an eating disorder-having chick-person.
Yet, it’s been happening over and over the past six months, and the “incident” rate spiked up whenever I left my comfort zone: trying on clothes in a previously-visited store led to my friend being pulled aside and questioned by a saleswoman (“oh dear, she lost so much weight, is she sick or something?”); answering truthfully on which kind of plan I’d been following led to snide glances and accusations of “surrender to fake ideas”; not baking extra cookies for a neighbour led to him/her going “OMG I’m so concerned for the poor thing" to my visiting parents (again, I’m 33 years old and right here).
So today I had the dubious pleasure of stripping down to my undies to “prove” I don’t suffer from anorexia nervosa.
I’m not trying to make light of what’s obviously some serious business here, yet I cannot start to tell how sick I am of concern trolls - they seem to operate under the same MO of (mostly) older women criticizing me because I’m not verbal enough on the “gaaah I want a family gaaah” subject, and now, apparently, I’m not following the “doesn’t chug cock = must eat her own weight daily” pattern close enough.
It’s simply unfathomable I could lose some weight in a year’s span following a reasonable plan that included multiple blood tests and trips to a doctor's office (and going lacto-ovo vegetarian).
For the record, I fluctuate between 48 and 49 kg (105/107 lbs), my period’s quite regular, my latest blood tests came back shiny (sample taken as of last week) and my titties have been proven to still kinda exist.
But anyway - thank you so much for implying I was grotesquely overweight before. You really gave my otherwise drama-free existence that tiny little extra edge it so desperately needed.