There's something I don't understand about people who comment on pro-ana blogs when they aren't pro-ana. One, how do you come across them without intentionally doing so? Two, why don't you ever have your own xanga so that people can respond to you? And three, why the hell do you never comment on the right date? Seriously, I have had so many people come in, and leave a nasty comment on a post that's over a year old. And they never have a xanga of their own. So what are they doing on xanga looking at pro-ana blogs if they have such an issue with them? Can so many different people really be that inattentive that they don't even notice the date of an entry? Or do they post that shit on year old entries on purpose so they can feel like they're doing something to change us, without having to fear the possibility that we might ACTUALLY read the comment, and reply.

     And my biggest question: why the hell can't people just mind their own business? You can get into a whole argument when I say that we aren't hurting anyone but ourselves, but the fact of the matter still remains: We aren't hurting anyone but ourselves! If someone is on here reading this stuff, they're here of their own free will, and no effort of ours brought them here. And if they're here intentionally... then chances are we don't have to do anything to make them sick. They already are, and you just don't know it yet. I was sick long before I ever stepped foot into the dark and twisted world of pro-ana, and I can tell you honestly that even if I had never come here, I would still be just as sick.

     Another thing I always find amusing. People saying that the models you see in magazines are all fake, and that no one is really that thin, and that we're setting false ideals in trying to attain something like that... reality check. Some of those models really are that thin. Case in point, America's Next Top Model. Watch one episode, and I guarantee you will see at least five different girls, unedited, who are perfect examples of rail thin models. Not every image you see in magazines is edited. The forces behind those magazines claim they are so they can continue using size zero models without having to take responsibility for the rise in eating disorders. They say "It's fake," we're supposed to say, "Oh okay, I guess I'll eat then." But it doesn't work like that. Even when the models aren't edited, they're still underweight. There was a story on yahoo news recently about the model for Ralph Lauren being fired because she was too fat, and Ralph Lauren continued to use a grossly edited image of her for their ads. The model was 120 pounds at 5'10". That's still considerably underweight.

     Even looking at unedited images of her, you're still bombarded with the ideal that being under a healthy weight is beautiful. And even when we claim it's not, in our heart of hearts, we don't believe the words coming out of our mouths, and we still want to be that thin and beautiful. Because whether or not it's right or wrong doesn't matter. What matters is what we feel, and when an entire nation claims that that is beautiful... it's hard not to feel ugly and fat unless you're starving to achieve that ideal. Logically, our survival instincts should tell us that what we see is ugly, and that it's wrong because in the grand scheme of things, thinner = weaker, and in nature weakness equals death. But logic has nothing to do with it. We have long since killed our baser instincts, having grown into a world where instinct is rarely used except on the rarest of occasions.

    And so, against nature, we starve, and against logic, we feel strong doing so. There can be no reason amidst madness, and to all those who wish to bring it here, I tell you... you are wasting your time. No one can help us but us, and your feeble logic and reason cannot change that. Nothing can change that. Period. I really wish that people could understand that, but it seems that wishing so is just as fruitless as their efforts to somehow magically change our entire lives with a simple "omg wtf eat something!" And I know that some people truly do mean well when they say those things, but to be perfectly honest... I have always found such ridiculous comments to be incredibly disrespectful. The way they put it makes it all sound so simple, and it truly takes away from the reality of just how difficult it can be. But I know that in some ways, it's really not their fault. They don't realize the reality of our worlds. And that just leaves me wondering... how can a nation so full of something so real and so serious be so incredibly ignorant? The amount of prejudice and hatred there is towards people with eating disorders sickens me. It's just like the ignorance and prejudice people have towards people with AIDS.

     Honestly, and it may sound horrible to say, but I think I would donate money towards getting rid of Ignorance long before I would donate towards getting rid of AIDS or Eating Disorders. Ignorance is easy to cure. AIDS and EDs are not. If we lived in a world without ignorance, we would be that much closer to being able to conquer all the other illnesses out there. Imagine, if all those people who don't have a clue about these things suddenly understood it, how much they would contribute towards something positive that would actually help rather than wasting their time on ignorant comments and just outright cruelty towards those afflicted with what they don't understand. Imagine the wars that could be prevented, and the lives that could be saved. Ignorance doesn't just effect people who are sick, it effects every one in every way. Ignorance makes racists, sexists, and every other kind of prejudice there is in the world today. I guarantee if we got rid of ignorance all together, we'd get rid of 90% or more of all the prejudice in the world.

     *sigh* But yeah... I sound like John Lennon. I am, surely, a dreamer. Ironic how John Lennon has so much in common with Buddha, and he's called a dreamer while Buddha is called Awake. Yeah, if I'm starting to make connections like that, it means I'm tired. So! Off to bed with me.