Body Image Group Nightmares
Vox, you MILF! Congratulations on the little one! I can only imagine how scary it is to want to provide for your child while they are literally a part of you and yet keep control of yourself as your emotions require

... As I've said before, I think you are an extremely strong woman and someone who obviously cares a great deal for her family! I wish you health and happiness lady!

Please keep us updated on how you are doing during hormone hell
I dunno why, but for the past.... hmm... year or so I've had to *force* myself to eat something at least once a day. just no appetite. and even then I'm lucky if I can keep whatever I do eat down, without resorting to the anti-nausea meds my stepdad had leftover from chemo.
its almost like I never quit slamming morphine & meth. I quit all that, but my appetite hasn't changed.... its actually gotten worse since I never had the nausea component before.
My beloved Ix, you know hopelessness, chronic pain, depression and PTSD are very caustic to normal stomach function. Were you EVER much of a chow hound, even when you were the sexiest 50 caliber merchant of death in history, before the opiate abuse? I know it's fairly sick for me to say, but you wear junkie-lean REAL well love.%)
When I'm starving, I feel SO pretty. It sounds awful, I know. But when the bones in my chest, hip bones and ribs are just protruding out of my skin, I couldn't be happier. In my head, people notice it and think I'm this pretty little fragile thing. When I binge, and my bones aren't sticking out so far, I feel absolutely disgusting. I'm miserable. And I feel like when I go out in public and I walk by someone, all they think is "that girl REALLY needs to lose some weight".
I have seriously inaccurate body perception like that well. Even though intellectually I know my weight is far from so heavy it is a point of focus for any citizen who is remotely reasonable about healthy weight, I swear complete strangers are thinking, "What a hideous, morbidly obese nightmare!" The worst part about it in my experience is that while I might intellectually be able to recognize these thoughts are totally inaccurate

emotionally I ache with the deep knowledge it is TRUE. I'm sorry you are in that place right now. Believe me, you are not alone on this one! The closest I get to pretty is with blue fingernails and hip bones.
i do seriously think though, not owning scales and a mirror- which are where my anorexic days were spent, was a massive help.
Chinup, fabulous, fabulous advice. I don't know about most of you out there, but if I have a scale in my house I will weigh myself up to every hour or so

Mirrors, on the other hand, I keep around. Have to make sure my hair and eye-liner don't make me look like MORE of a nutcase.