Now I don't know what to think.
On Friday I posted about... a lot of things, one of which was how not very many people I know have commented on my body, leading me to question whether I actually look unhealthy or not. It turns out, Friday afternoon I saw my neighbor who said "You've lost weight!" "Oh, really?" "Yes, and it's good! It's good to lose weight!" And this, readers, is why we need more awareness about eating disorders. The mixed messages that people suffering from eating disorders get-- no wonder it's so hard for people to recognize they have a problem, decide they want to recover, recover, and maintain recovery.
Speaking of mixed messages, have you heard about this? Model scouts in Stockholm are literally standing outside the Stockholm Eating Disorders Clinic and recruiting newly discharged patients to become models. WHAT?!? It's very hard for me to think of anything more despicable. People who were just brought back to life from a disease that very well could have killed them (and probably did kill a part of them) take a breath of fresh air and enter back into a world where it is hard enough trying to recover with the mixed messages like the one I got on Friday and are offered money, glamour, admiration, and fame to abandon all of the progress they made and return to killing themselves.
"But NOS," you say, "modeling does not mean having an eating disorder! There are plenty of models who don't harm their bodies!" True. But there are plenty of models who do. Place anyone who is questioning whether or not recovery is right for them in an environment where people are literally throwing up next to them and see how they do.
I just can't with this. Eating disorders are not diets gone awry. They are killers. I've seen them kill people dead-- teenagers who have no business dying, women and men who definitely had more life to live. I've seen them kill people spiritually. I've seen them kill people psychologically. I've seen them make life so awful for people that they resort to ending it (or trying to end it) themselves. I've seen these things firsthand. I myself have experienced some of these things. When people relapse they don't just lose weight, they lose their lives in more ways than one.
So, to that person who is standing outside of the Stockholm Clinic handing their business card to patients: These people are on the verge of life. And you are literally handing them a ticket with money and other perks attached, inviting them to die. How can you live with yourselves?