The most fucked up thing to realise as a transfem with an eating disorder is that they would like me more if I was skinny.
If I was slim I’d have more friends. If I was skinny I’d have bigger outreach. If I was skinny I’d be listened to.
And yet people wonder why EDs and dissociation is so common with transfems. Change ourselves or disconnect from ourselves enough to not notice the lack
Hey! If you take ages to eat in the day. If you have to work yourself up for every meal, with nicotine, thc, caffeine or the sheer high of hunger this post is for you.
This post is for you if you find yourself counting calories.
This post is for you if your safe foods are all “unhealthy”
This post is for you if your ritualism prevents regular eating
This post is for you if you dissociate to TV every time you take a meal because it simply can’t be experienced alone
This post is for you when you see all the popular transfems are slim.
This post is for you when you notice their fatphobic pattern of posting
This post is for you when you’ve been ghosted the moment you showed your fat
This post is always for you. Misogyny will always be weaponised and internalised to a more intense degree within transfeminine spaces.
Engage with fat and chubby transfems. Check in on your friends, ask them to eat. Be there for them if they do or do not. Decolonise and rid your mind of patriarchal standards. Transfeminism can set you free. Let it.