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The day I was diagnosed with anorexia, people complimented me for my body. They told me they wish to have a body like mine.
That body that hurt with every movement, the body that made my mum cry, the body that got me doctor appointments, hours of therapy, that took my smile, my life.
They wished to look like me when I was dying.
This is wrong. Stop promoting unhealthy low weights, stop diet culture.