When Its A Bad Pain Day So You Need Your Cane But Its A BAD Pain Day So Your Hand Hurts Too Much To Hold

When it’s a bad pain day so you need your cane but it’s a BAD pain day so your hand hurts too much to hold your cane:

…Chat what do I do if my hand hurts too much to use my cane. Am I just fucked? Asking cuz I have to do go outside.

I’m… torn. You see, last month I took a trip to New York City for my coming of age birthday and while I was there I ate food from a street vendor and immediately got sick and threw up. Since then, I’ve been feeling nauseous whenever I eat something. I lost 8 pounds just in the first week/week and a half/two-weeks-ish(and I was skinny before that, I haven’t weighed myself since). The size of my portions are pitiful. I dread eating in public. I can’t stand the smell of food after I eat, it makes the feeling worse. This past week, I’ve taken to skipping breakfast entirely. I love food. I love the taste, I love the texture, I love it! But now it makes me sick and I can’t enjoy it as much. This whole ordeal would be entirely bad if not for one thing. My body. I’m beautiful. And yeah, I’ve told myself that I’m beautiful before but now I feel like a fucking goddess. Like. All the time. My reflection has become what I wished it was when I would stare in the mirror before taking a shower a few short months ago. I’ve been subtly admiring myself in every mirror I walked past. I’ve been wearing crop tops out with no jacket when before I couldn’t leave the house without a jacket wearing an oversized T shirt. So today I skipped breakfast on purpose. I couldn’t bear losing my newfound silhouette. I don’t know what to make like this. I look like a fucking Victoria’s Secret model and I feel like one too, but I also know I’m doing down a very dangerous path. I feel like I’m being stupid. Skipping meals is BAD. I know this, I know everyone else knows this, I KNOW this is wrong. And to reiterate, I LOVE food. Food is yummy. Yay food. So I’m at war with myself. It seems like there’s only one or the other(chronic pain says I can’t have both, I couldn’t eat the breakfast and exercise it away). I don’t want to develop an eating disorder. Hopefully that never happens. I know the hell that it puts your loved ones through, I’ve suffered more than a bit helping a friend. As it is, I’ll skip breakfast tomorrow.

I get it now, Nami’s pure happiness when she’s on her waver. There is no greater bond than that between a money obsessed teenage girl and her electric scooter.

Anyone else have trouble with the weight of the clothes on your skin during bad pain days?

I almost got hit by a car yesterday. I think it was my fault. I wish I lived in a more walkable city. I’m glad my speed was at mode 2 and not the usual 1. Otherwise I would have surely been crushed. It seems the intersection of diagonal death isn’t the only place where the reaper can snatch you.

I believe in shifting. It feels weird, knowing somewhere I didn’t survive that.

With @staff 's recent post saying 1/4 of this site is LGBTQ going around, I'd like to see what the actual demographic is

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