My arms are getting bigger 🙂
Bit random but hey ho. Basically my arms a re tiny, my biceps (untensed) are 24cm round, the area after my elbow is 24 cm and my wrists are 13.5cm. But my forearms are getting bigger. The main reason I have such tiny arms is because there is not a lot of muscle in there and years of anorexia have not exactly built up my muscle. But this at least shows I’m getting healthier and my body is rebuilding itself.
I’m under a lot of stress from school at the moment as I have my big final Textiles project in for Thursday and it keeps going wrong…so once that’s done I’ll find time to sit down and give you lots of lovely updates…
So…Me and my partner have started cooking….his cooking skills extend to Ratatouille and mine extend to a full English Breakfast…just kidding the best thing I can cook is beans on toast. We have been cooking little cake-y things, the first one was a disaster, it looked like a stone with moss on it, but last week’s one wasn’t so bad, sugary cookie base, chocolate vanilla pudding and chocolate topping, yum 🙂 Ok, so the presentation wasn’t amazing and we called them the Blob Cakes, but I’m more aware of taste now, and this is helping to steadily build up a realtionship with food, which is sometihng I don’t have. So that’s good.
Reading the article in the last post I decided to see how I would fare next to a professional model in measurements, the Association of Model Agents say a girl should be around 34-24-34 in and at least 5 ft 8 in (1.73 m) tall. I am 30.5-26-37.5 and i’m 5 ft 8 in tall. So I’m bigger than a model…and I’m a recovering anorexic who is still way to skinny, something doesn’t seem right here. The model in the article is 33-24-35 and 5ft10 in, my hips and waist are bigger than her, she may be taller, but really?
Random fact: the original model measurements: 35.5-23.5-35.5 in (90-60-90 cm) were based on the alleged measurements of Marilyn Monroe…so how about we go back to using measurements of real people…and not mannequins?
I’ve been rather stressed with school lately as well. I’m academically capable of going to a really prestigious university, but I’m also very ill, and the stress of having to get the grades (BBB minimum) was making me too stressed and ill so I had the choice of lose the prestigious uni and go to a lesser one which I love and have my partner with me or go to the prestigious one alone…I chose the less prestigious one as their grades are BC and I can get in there really easily.
And another friend of mine has bulimia…seems it’s just taking people out one by one 😦
So that’s my update so far…
Ok, sorry I’ve been quiet. I’ve been struggling with school work and stuff, but I’ll be more vocal again.
The good news is I’m now 8stone 10 pounds. I remembered the other day my goal when I was anorexic ws 7 stone 7 pounds…so I’m a stone heavier than I was then 🙂
Whilst trolling through my Facebook I found this picture from March last year taken a few days after I started my relationship with my partner (we celebrated our first anniversary on Thursday :D) I’m fourth from the left and it shows how skinny I was back then…
Just for comparison this was taken around New Years time…even I have to admit I’m looking better…and that’s not something I say everyday
Having anorexia is one thing. When someone close to you gets something similar it becomes a whole new ball game. I can’t say who, I can’t say what but now my perspective has changed.
I can now see why my family found it so infuriating trying to get me to realize I wasn’t fat.
The person has everything a girl should want physically, and yet, it’s all gone tits up. They’re a mirror of my condition. I started because I wanted control of my something and now it’s staring me in the face again. Only this time from someone else’s eyes. I’ll do everything I can tp help them because I don’t want anyone to get as bad as I did. Especially not them – they deserve better.
I’m not a carer and a sufferer. I’ll keep you updated as through this I can show what’s behind the illness and how to help which will hopefully help someone somewhere. I will keep the person’s identity secret, so If they are reading this don’t worry, no one knows and I wont give up on you.