The 8 Wonders of Pro Anorexia Websites

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Pro Anorexia (Pro Ana) is a secret society of individuals who condone anorexia. They may not condone it for other individuals, but ultimately, they are encouraging, worsening or potentially starting eating disorders for themselves and millions of women and men around the world. They support and follow “Ana” rules and tips on a regular basis in a strive for the thinnest, most frail body to feed their mental illnesses and eating disorders.

They will sacrifice their well being, the rest of their confidence and their body to be thin, to be what they deem beautiful. Body parts with pertruding bones and concave skin are worshiped and glorified, and are what every woman should strive for, according to these websites. Without being thin, beauty is far beyond your grasps. Not to mention, it encourages community, friendships, self-discipline and beauty, and working hard to achieve that standard.

So, how can Pro Ana websites really be all that bad


1. Being thin is a gateway to a lifelong friendship with Ana!


Those who turn to Pro Ana websites are often those with a plummeting self-esteem, in search of a solution. They may initially be hit with the thought that thin = beautiful, and achieving beauty is a few pounds away! They are turning to Pro Ana to resolve self-consciousness and seek validation of themselves, within themselves.

Someone in the early stages of their eating disorder or progressing within it may be flung full force into this community and the support around them. Mentally ill individuals are supporting each other to act out unhealthy behaviours, without the interruption of conscious decision for future benefit. In these acts, they may find themselves feeling euphoric and will pursue the behaviours until they can no longer reverse the effects.

In summary, exposure to the images, quotes and support of the community, one, especially adolescent, may find a home for themselves where they feel they can express, destroy and cope with themselves. They may be determining the beginning of a lifelong eating disorder!

2. You will be living in a fairy tale of beauty!


In the evolution of this disorder, you may find yourself losing touch with reality. Suddenly, you are aware of more “flaws” within yourself that weren’t apparent before, and aren’t exactly realistically accurate.

Those actions that were once choice no longer are choice, they become habitual or ritual in your life, without the ability to cease them. In the process, you may find yourself wanting to stop, with no avail. Conscious decision is no longer within your hands, and you have Pro Ana communities to thank for your slow walk on death row.

The consistent restriction of nutrition will starve you of the abilities of your brain, causing great difficulty in everyday tasks, and seeing things for what they really are. Reality will no longer be in your grasps.

3. The tips, tricks, advice and exercises are very successful!


The websites and communities promote tips to lose extra weight and get through fasts in succession, all while reducing hunger tendencies. Many of these tidbits are successful and trick the human body into refusing food, worsening the eating disorder and spiral the obsession with food, weight and control. The continuous practice of these behaviours inevitably lead to all the awful physical symptoms of eating disorders, and the last one, which is death.

4. YOUR life is YOUR business! Privacy above all else!


A good portion of advice offered within communities are ways to conceal behaviours and preserve the on going nature of the eating disorder. It offers in house tricks to convince loved ones that you are eating food and keeping it down, even if you aren’t. It ruins relationships, trust and will rob you of your life. It distances the ones who care, and alters their mind into believing that you are well, ceasing them from providing you help out of your self-destructive hell.

5. A community will stand by you to lose that extra flab! You will never be alone!


A flow of constant individuals supporting your weight loss will cloud the negative nature of your eating disorder. The positive reinforcement that is continuous convinces your mind that this is okay, that this is natural, healthy and an intelligent decision. You will be assured by the dozens that you will be happy when you are skinny, but you won’t. Everyone involved in Pro Ana or who has an eating disorder is mentally ill and their perceptions are skewed because of it. Their support and comments are a reflection of their own spiral and loss of control.

But at the end of the day, you will always feel alone with yourself, your laptop, and your spiraling sickness.

6. There are many benefits of extreme weight loss!


Beauty is pain, right? That is true in the case of anorexia and bulimia. You will be so happy you lost those five extra pounds when you stare yourself back in the mirror, witnessing the clumps of hair falling from your scalp, and transferring as peach fuzz on your otherwise smooth skin. Your teeth will yellow, weaken and rot with the various attempts of rising food from your stomach up into the toilet bowl. You will constantly feel weak, tired and faint on a daily basis, becoming deficient and anemic. You will grow anxious in the confines of your bedroom, begging to leave but also to remain enclosed. Unhappiness and depression will become your closest friend, as you push away any human being that tries to get close. Your friends will insist you leave the house, but you know that safety is within those walls, and that the world only offers fat, your biggest fear. And when you finally choose to recover, eating will be the hardest decision you will have ever made.

In those moments, you will not be grateful for the hell you went through.

7. Comparing yourself to others is a good pastime! 


The constant bombardment of images of overly thin women from your Pro Ana peers will convince you to compare yourself to any woman who walks by you. The thinner women will be the death of you, and you will perceive thicker women as thinner than you. You will find aesthetic “beauty” in passerbys, measuring yourself up to size, trying to conclude how many more pounds are in your vicinity to lose.

If being out and about isn’t enough, try having the community sharing their inner torment and self-destruction with you constantly. The images will become pornographic to you, bringing you euphoria aside of great shame. Suddenly, each individual struggling with an eating disorder is nothing but a number. Goal weight after goal weight, up to an ultimate goal weight, decorated by the digits that define their height, age and body mass index. Your peers will post images of their dying, decaying bodies, and you will ogle them, defining which aspects are your favourite. You may even advise them to lose more!

8. Being thin and not eating are signs of true willpower and success! You can never be too thin!


With extreme dieting and overuse of these abundant behaviours will lead to death. Being thin and “beautiful” will be the only thing you lived for, and it will have not been a good life. Death will be ugly, painful and agonizing, and as much as you will wish to the heavens for it to cease, you have been taken control of. You are no longer at the steering wheel, and this car is going full force into a fiery crash!

An eating disorder is a constant battle, day in and day out, with ourselves and our bodies, which we cannot escape. It is life or death, and may not seem worth fighting, but it truly is. At the end of an eating disorder is recovery, happiness, well being and a HELL OF A LOT of good food! You may have spent hours, days or years surfing these websites, trying to find where you fit in the world, when none of that was necessary. You were physically fine, healthy and most likely happy!

But now, as hard as it is, it’s time for recovery. It’s time to delete the heaps of images saved on your phone or on your laptop, delete your search history, delete Pro Ana songs, and kill what’s been eating you!

If you or anyone you know is consulting pro ana blogs or websites, please seek help from a professional or call a help line. Recovery is possible.


My First Anxiety Attack

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I hadn’t been prepared for what was about to come. The rush and pain that was about to consume me was something I was clueless to and was not expecting. I hope that if this ever occurs again, it is not in the big city celebrating my brothers’ birthdays like it was and that I am far more capable of managing myself on my own as well as remind myself of coping strategies.

I had been late arriving to a family dinner and was terrified of having disappointed the people whom meant so much to me, though I knew that as a vegan, there wouldn’t be much to eat at a Japanese Ramen location. I went in with an open mind, trying not to be selfish or “ruin” an event, as I had so often heard from family members. Seats were cleared for my boyfriend and I to join, and we were 6; my 2 brothers, my mom, my brother’s partner and mine. The restaurant was crowded; groups of people flocking in and out for their consumption of seafood; far more populated than I had expected. I stared at the menu and considered plausible options. I guess it was truly overwhelming to have to look at all the meat options with very few being vegan, being constantly reminded of the suffering that society chooses to participate in. I asked many questions about the 3 things I could eat and was decided on edamame and a veggie fried rice.

My order of rice came back coated in egg, though I had asked strictly no animal product within my dish. I was highly uncomfortable, silently sitting there as everybody else started eating, finishing off my boyfriend’s leftover edamame shells. I refused to request for my food to be remade on my own and so, my mother did it. I was stuck starring at my family slurping up the remains of creatures who wanted to live. I had chest pains, which have been so recurrent, I felt I shouldn’t complain (too much).

My food was corrected and placed in front of me, leaving me glaring down the oil coating it. I don’t enjoy the consumption of oil as it doesn’t make me feel my best and woah, was I about to learn that to an extreme. I find eating in public or with people extremely challenging, what with my disordered eating views and behaviours. It was tasty but soon after I began to eat, I felt a striking pain in my stomach. I felt my insides grabbing through my skin and my skirt, and almost a sense of someone locked away, trying to escape, grasping for the nearest rescue. I excused myself and was hunched outside, having a need to call for my boyfriend’s assistance.

We sat together on a rock and talked, the pain pratically unbearable to me. Once I returned, I was curled in my boyfriend’s arms, using comfort and contact to distract myself of the combination of both pains which were colliding and accumulating, entwining with one another. As one got worse, so did the other.

The meal was finally completed and I was incredibly relieved to finally be able to leave, to hopefully curl up in my bed, and was reminded that everyone wanted bubble tea. At the tea place, I sat down with a menu, and it being such a big city on a Saturday night, it was cluttered with people. I continued to complain about my pain and clutched at my chest. Suddenly, I was hit with it; anxiety.

I knew it had been but I thought the discomfort I was feeling was the extent of it. I was soon to realize my reality. I ran outside for air and began to bawl. I could not breathe, putting all of my effort into inhaling, as if I were greedy. My mother was outside and attempted to help me as well as my boyfriend who decided he should be present after I returned inside and nearly collapsed. They kept telling me to take deep breaths, but being my first serious attack, I was incapable. The more I calmed my breathing, the more my stomach pain worsened. I was stuck between two worlds and I didn’t know which was worse.

In that 30 minutes or so, nothing occupied my mind but being by my boyfriend, seeing as I feel my safest with him. I sensed my chest shutting itself in and didn’t understand how bad it could be and why I was experiencing it. The whole world ceased yet, was accelerated. My vision stained with the tears that flooded my eyelids and the presence of pedestrians terrifying me, though also not bothering me at all. I could not make sense of what brought this on and how I could escape it. There was action everywhere; lights, noise, movement. I am still not fully knowledgeable of what could’ve helped me through that, in its most intense severity.

I begged my boyfriend constantly to not leave me and felt terror in assuming he would. I just didn’t want to be alone emotionally anymore.

Finally having arrived at my boyfriend’s car, makeup all over my face and my body hunched over, I was beginning to sense the relaxation of my chest. It was amazing the way he knew that my music would relax me; no words were spoken yet I reached for my music on my phone, and he for my CD. I swayed my body back and forth, my breathing becoming slightly regulated, singing along in my gasping breaths. He finally got his tea and he encouraged me to drink some.

I gained control despite the pain in my stomach still being present. I tired myself out to the point where I fell asleep in his car on our way home and felt better upon waking up. I struggled to get my mood up though, it was okay because I made it through my first full blown anxiety attack. I may not have taken all the advice that I had learned previously, but I made it through and can finally truly accept that I have an anxiety problem the doctors need to reassess, and that I could benefit from returning to therapy (working on it).