Recently I saw a Dutch article pop up in my timeline, titled “Managic Anorexic: On the Border of Having and Not Having an Eating Disorder.” Being an anorexic myself, I felt compelled to read it as I was unable to believe that there could be “managing anorexics.”
Women are always in search of the bikini body, and consequently on the lookout for the new, perfect diet. Based on what I see on the Internet, they have found it… in Kayla Itsines’ Bikini Body Guide.
Guest contribution by Collyn Ahart — 65 kilos. Sixty-fucking-five-kilos. I’ve never weighed this much in my entire life. And of course I’m obsessing about it. I’m supposed to be some sort of athlete. For Christ’s sake, I am given a kit to ride a bicycle. Sometimes even paid. In truth, I’m paid and given a kit to write about riding a bike, not actually ride the thing. But one goes with the other. My success on a bike is a moot point. It doesn’t matter if I cross the line first, or indeed if I cross the line at all. The brands want me to share “the experience.” For quite some time, failure was my MO.
Some videos speak for themselves and just need to be shared and watched without too much comment. This is one of them.
Whenever people told me I looked good once I started recovering (read: gaining weight), I felt awful. While they genuinely meant to express what they said — after all, I didn’t look like a walking skeleton any more — I translated “you look good” as “you clearly gained weight” and on bad days as “you look fat.” Yet when someone told me I was too thin, I beamed. That was the biggest compliment they could give me, and the fact that so many women interpret these three devilish words similarly is, I think, rather worrisome.