I have a close friend (Valentine Mouse in the fandom) who is entering treatment at the Eating Disorder Center of Denver this week. This is very difficult for her and she is visibly scared, and is being pressured into treatment by her doctors. In addition to the psychological turmoil she is facing, most of the money she has diligently saved for a fursuit must now go towards the cost of treatment, which I can tell was a blow to her.BECAUSE GETTING HELP FOR AN EATING DISORDER ISN'T MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE MONEY YOU SAVED UP FOR A FUCKING FURSUIT.
For fuck's sake, furries.
Really?
REALLY???She should probably wait to get one anyhow because, by the time she gets out of there,
she's gonna be fat anyhow she'll have put on weight*.
Ooops, don't think out loud now, Ally. That's
bad.
Fuckall, go to fucking treatment, get your shit in order before worrying your little head about furry fandom bullshit.
In other news, I really loathe this mantra:
I know furs take care of furs and I can't think of anyone who more deserves a little help right now!'Furs' shouldn't take care of 'furs', people should take care of PEOPLE, you asshats.
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FUCKING FURFAGS
And, no, this is not a jab at anyone on my list who may have an eating disorder. This is a jab at stupid, stupid people who can't get their priorties in order to TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES.
* by 'eating disorder' I assume they mean anorexia or bulima. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
