Hey Ellie. It’s me, Ellie. I’ve got a note for you. Chilllllllllllllllll. Kick up your feet and play Need For Speed. Or tie up that pretty hair of yours and go work on your glutes. Or call up a friend and go eat sandwiches together. It’s gonna be okay, because we’re all gonna die, but you’re not going to die from a case of the internets.
Look at me. It’s not as bad as you think it is. So you wrote a piece about your eating disorder, it got picked up by a couple international publications and you got wrapped up in excitement and said “sure yah tell them all everything”, and now you feel like you’ve opened yourself up like a gutted fish and are spreading your innards on everyone’s life toast. But I’ve got news for you. No one cares as much as you do.
Ellie, most people who even click it are going to look at the piece, read it, and leave. And if they respond, it’ll be one of three ways: those who sympathize, those who empathize because they’ve been through something similar, and those who hate. You posted a piece last year about being sexually assaulted and I guarantee you those comments were worse than “haha, she’s fat” or whatever. And did you die from those comments? Nope! Are you gonna die now? Nope!
If there is one person out there who reads the piece and connects it to her own eating disorder, you will have helped. If there’s one parent who learns about EDNOS and recognizes it in their child, you will have helped. You can only help with this piece, not harm. People will only hate for shits and giggles and that doesn’t matter. And guess what? They’re gonna die too!
So suck it UP and get back to kicking ass at your life. You, unfortunately, will die at some point but it ain’t gonna be today, it ain’t gonna be from the internet, and it ain’t gonna help to not be your best self. Get it together!