LJ supports anorexia. There is not enough hypnosis in the
world that will make me forget I read that. I am outraged, and here's why:
Most of my flist knows what happened to me when I was eleven, but for the rest of the internet, I'll clarify. I've always been chunky; it's just my natural figure. I've always been nerdy, as well, and this has often caused me to be somewhat unpopular. Because I'm a nerd, it took me awhile to take my nose out of the book and realize that all the popular girls in school were the really thin ones.
By the time I was eleven, this realization hit me like a hornet sting on the face. I experienced the onset of a really poor body image, and developed an eating disorder because of it. My idea was, well -- if I didn't eat, then I'd be pretty, and if I was pretty, then I'd be popular. I stopped eating that summer.
If it weren't for my mom finally putting her foot down and taking me to the doctor to get my head shrunk and a meal plan laid out, I'd have continued to see Chunky Magz in the mirror, and my brother's would not have been the first headstone in the family plot. I was 5'2" and somewhere between 80 and 85 pounds [the healthy weight range for 5'2" is between 118 and 132 for a medium frame] by the time my mom, basically, saved my life.
During my struggle with anorexia, which has luckily been under control for thirteen years now [thanks to therapy and a healthy sense of guilt about causing my family unneeded stress], I didn't count calories. I didn't have other girls giving me pointers on how to get thinner, faster. LJ didn't exist back then, after all. But if I look back at the summer I nearly starved myself to death and consider what might've happened if I'd had access to Pro-Ana communities, I think maybe I wouldn't be sitting here typing this open letter right now. I would've been a statistic.
1 in 5 anorexics
die of starvation. It's comments like
coffeechica's: "It's not illegal to aspire to be thin," that denigrate those deaths and seemingly make light of what is swiftly becoming a global epidemic of unnecessary physiological torture.
Thank you, LJ staff, for making up my mind for me. I purchased a year's paid account after The Great Strikethrough, pretty much entirely for the purpose of having extra userpic space and being able to use the s2 console during the next round at
the_lj_reboot. Between the decided
lack of answers that your userbase receives every time users are banned without warning, and your staff members' continued glib remarks toward concerned individuals --
especially those made regarding serious diseases, you've had your chances -- more than one.
I won't be one of those irate members of fandom who demand every cent back that they ever paid; I understand how expensive server maintenance can be. I just wanted to say that I'm moving out. [Feel free to link to this post; its security is set to public.]
As the descendant of a Maine farmer and a woman who grew up in post-War East Germany, the idea of wasting that year of paid time pains me more than any of you could ever know. However, I won't be posting on this server anymore. It'll take me awhile to set up either my InsaneJournal or my JournalFen the way I want it, but after that I'm only going to be on LJ to read the entries of those flisters who stay behind for the next wave of wankery.