I get riled up because I have a fifth-grader’s unreasonable expectation that the world should be fair. I understand that nature, in all her untamed glory, is the opposite of fair. But I persist in believing that the reason we went to all the trouble to build a civilization and a social contract and ethical systems and legal protections and declarations of human rights, and the reason we entered a grueling scientific cage-match against death and disease, is because we like the idea of fairness. And we will organize as a collective to fight for it, tooth and nail.<\/p>\n
So it pisses me off when the bastard diseases that prey on people who are already experiencing a lot of unfairness are pretty much given free reign: they’re not covered by insurance. They’re not researched as rigorously as other bastard diseases. They’re considered a figment of one’s imagination, an unfortunate sign of stubbornness. <\/p>\n
I’m here to say that eating disorders are real, and that they kill people. In many cases, they kill people who are already<\/em> at a disadvantage. Eating disorders are the deadliest of all mental illnesses. <\/p>\n This is our fight, and we’re being picked off like flies.<\/p>\n But we, by and large, treat eating disorders like they don’t matter. Like they don’t kill important, valued, and deeply loved human beings.<\/p>\n Well, here’s what I think: Fuck. That. Shit.<\/p>\n Meet Sofia:<\/p>\n Sofia is important. She is valued. She is deeply loved. The world will be a poorer place without her. <\/p>\n She is engaged in a war whose outcome will determine whether she lives or dies. She’s been in heavy combat for the last four years, and she needs supplies, weapons, armour, relief forces. <\/p>\n Last year, she won a strategic battle at a treatment facility called Monte Nido, and the end of the long war seemed to be in sight…<\/p>\n It was as though all of these years I have been in a room with no doors or windows, and suddenly doors began to appear – and not only did they become visible, but I began to walk through them.<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n …until her crap insurance company fucked it all up.<\/p>\n After 3 weeks at Monte Nido, UBH stopped paying for my treatment and I had to leave. Since then I have tried, genuinely tried, to get well – and I have been unable to.<\/p>\n Monte Nido’s program director and all of my treating professionals were shocked…my medical state has declined significantly recently and it is clear that without appropriate treatment for my illness I will die…<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n So we’re gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.fatnutritionist.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/sophia1.jpg\" "\\"sofia\\"")
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