Breaking up with Ana

In today's society, body shaming is such a normal everyday thing, and this really frustrates me because people are just becoming immune to it. Admittedly, 'fat' shaming is more prevalent within society, but recently 'skinny' shaming has been on the rise.   Mostly, I come across 'skinny shaming' online. This is often done through people making comments on social media such as: 'Only dogs eat bones', calling people names such as 'twiggy', telling someone to 'eat a cheeseburger'. If this were the other way round, and people were making comments such as 'only dogs eat meat', or outright calling people fat, there would be absolute outrage from society! , However, for some reason, this is not the case when an individual skinny shames. A lot of people turn a blind eye to it and ignore that comments were ever made and this is SO wrong. Surely if calling someone 'fat' and is classed as a 'hate crime'. then calling so

So post-ED assessment,  they re-diagnosed me with Anorexia Nervosa. Part of me was really hoping that they'd tell me that Ana is all in my head (ironic because it is) and that actually I was okay and didn't need to panic myself. But, it is what it is... After coming to terms with the re-affirmed diagnosis, I had a bit of a rough week and sunk into this deep depression, and it was scary. I've never really had 'suicidal' thoughts before, but I guess there is a first time for everything. Due to my mental state, it got to a point where I had to leave halls for a night- I wasn't coping and felt alone even though I had people around me. I went to stay at my grandmothers' so that I could think things through. While I was there she opened up to me about her past and it turns out that she was treated for severe depression and an ED while she was 7months pregnant with my uncle. I had no idea until then, but they used to treat mental illnesses with something

Nearly a week ago, I went to my local specialist treatment centre for an assessment of my ED. I'm going to write about my experience of the assessment, and try to describe how I felt during it. On top of this, I will also try and give some advice to those of you who may have assessments in the future. The night before... The evening before the assessment was possibly one of the most terrifying evenings I have experienced in a long time. It seems completely irrational now that I was scared of getting help, but at the time I had so many fears. I wasn't told what my assessment would entail of, so I used the dreaded 'google'  to research what may happen, however this just added even more anxiety to my already prevalent worries. I knew that I had a couple of people around me who have been through the assessment progress before, so  I decided to ring one of them to ask questions and get my fears out in the open. This is seriously something I would suggest, even if yo