the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong, you just stop talking. they stop messaging you to see how youre doing and you get sick of being the first one to initiate conversation so you just let the friendship go and wonder how that person is doing and never hear from them again
Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.
There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.
There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.
There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.
There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.
There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.
All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”
wtf how is this on my dashboard and how does it have 20,000 notes? tumblr what the hell?
it’s ‘cause you drop truth bombs so big nobody can ignore them.
As a disabled person who doesn’t have the cognitive ability to cook for myself regularly, and needs to buy a lot of pre-made “junk” food just to sort of get by, and often goes hungry anyway- this means a lot to me.
I buy gum regularly with my EBT card. I constantly wonder WTF the cashier is thinking of me. Not that it should matter at all, but I’m on a feeding tube. And I’m on meds that increase my appetite so much that I would swallow food if I didn’t chew gum. If I were to swallow food, it would sit in my paralyzed stomach for however long (days, etc.) until the food and the extra buildup of bile and stuff from the food, went back into my lungs and gave me pneumonia and potentially killed me. Gum also increases that risk, but it increases it much less, and prevents me from craving actual food. But I have no means of explaining this when I pull out my EBT card to buy large quantities of gum at the corner store, on a regular basis. So I’m sure they’re judging me. Even though the gum is just as necessary as food is.