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bamsara · 10 months
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anonymous-swiftie · 3 years
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https://twitter.com/ASwiftie00/status/1334245577933148164?s=19
Dear #Swifties,
I'm new on tumblr, and I really don't know how to use it.
I know you are the best supporters of the music industry and I'm here to ask your help.
I'm fighting with a crippling depression, that due this covid situation just got worse.
I'm at my lowest, I truly don't know if I will make it through this time.
I always dreamed to talk to Taylor, since I was a teenager. She is the only one that make me feel like I do fit in this world.
I've created this account because I know she is very active here, and I'm trying to reach her with this part of my story.
You can read everything below.
I didn't write any personal information because I don't want this to be seen by my family or somebody that can recognise me.
I don't want upset anyone.
I know that everyone hope to meet or chat with her, and so you are probably wondering why you have to share this here.
You're totally right, maybe it's a stupid idea to ask you this, but I haven't anything left in my pocket to fight this situation, and you're my only hope right now.
Thank you.
#taylor #swift
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Dear Taylor,
I keep writing and deleting this, over and over again.
I feel so dumb to write my personal story here, but this truly is my last chance to feel better and try to overcome this giant monster called depression.
I genuinly don't know if I can make it through this year. It's the worst period of my entire life and i don't even know if it's worth living this hell anymore.
I know you have millions of supporters (that probably write you every single day, and they are all better fans than I am, that's for sure) but I know that you proved, time after time, to be so down to earth and to use your time to read your fans messages.. so, in this moment, I'm just trying to share a part of my story with you.
You are the one that make feel understood, since I was like 13teen.
I'm so sorry if my English isn't very good but I'll do my best.
I'm not very active on social media , because I'm very shy when I have to talk about myself.. but If this could work, I must do it.
I will try to send a letter, If I can find the strength to mark this feeling on paper.
**IF I'M WRITING TO SOMEBODY FROM HER STAFF, PLEASE JUST LET THIS MESSAGE REACH TAYLOR**
I'll try now to resume, because I don't want to bother you too much.
This has been a crazy year so far, and the all the time I spent by myself during the lockdown didn't help at all.
This situation brought me back to childhood.
I spent a lot of my days back and forth in hospitals, due to my allergies.
I had to wear a mask all the time I wanted to go outside to avoid severe allergic reaction (that's why this Covid thing awakened some hurting memories)
I didn't have real friends back then, 'cause I've spent most of the summers at home, watching other kids playing around, from my window, or from the windows of my classroom.
It was so hard to make new friends, because the only thing that other kids saw was my mask.
I was the masked kid.
I was the strange kid.
I couldn't play with them.
Everytime I tried to play with them, the only thing I heard was "oh you are ill , I don't wanna be like you so stay away".
This situation made me start to write things in my personal diary.
I wrote small sentences, as a kid, and that was the only thing I could do alone inside an empty classroom during all summer.
This situation continued  for many years.
I wasn't the cool kid before, I wasn't the cool guy after.
The only things that let me enjoy those days were writing and listening to your songs.
I started to listen to your music thanks to my English teacher. She was a fan of folk and country music and she gave me a pic in which you were singing near a lake (I still have that photo somewhere, I strongly remember the white banner with your name written in red on it) and told me to listen to the cd she gave me that day.
I immediately fell in love (I think I still have a crush on you, I'm sorry).
I loved your album. I loved your voice. I loved the lyrics.
I remember having a "test" in school: each one of the class had to write their favourite lyrics and let the others guess the song.
If the someone guessed It, We could play the cd.
I chose Love Story and I translated it in Italian.
The class guessed the song, and I played it.
After the lunch break I went back to my desk and I saw some bullies that were breaking my cd-album and they started to laugh at me because I loved your music an I loved writing poems.
I was a boy so I was a loser because I enjoyed those things.
That felt terrible, but I continued to love your songs even more .
Those were my inspiration to write and to study english.
I felt so good when I listened to your album and this still happens.
Then I went to a private high-school.
Nothing changed, I still was the nerd guy that always got good grades and I have to say that the first year was quite good, but the second year was the start of the apocalypse.
I choose that school because two girls that I knew from childhood went there.
One of the cool new guys started to spread a fake "news" about me.
He said to everyone that I was the boyfriend of one of the two girls that I mentioned before.
So he was the cool guy and one of the girls believed him and told me to f*** myself.
The other girl was her best friend, so you could imagine by what happened next.
After 14 year spent together, I was nobody.
I didn't have "friends" in that class anymore.
I didn't say hello to anybody for 4 years, and nobody would say anything to me.
Nobody to talked with me.
That's great when you're a teenager.
I hated to wake up every morning.
I had an eating disorder, I lost like 22pounds in less than a month. Got hospitalized twice. I kept vomiting for 3 years, every single morning before school.
During that time I only talked with one of my cousins, who lived like 2 hours by car from me.
He was older than me but he always tried to help.
He knew that I loved to write poems so he started to give me guitar lessons.
I made it through a lot of things thanks to him.
I'm sorry, It's hard for me to write this part of the story.
I still get emotional when I think about this.
On the 10TH of December 2013 (some days after his birthday) we received a phone call from his mother: She warned us that he didn't return home after the last working shift.
I wrote a message to him like 3 hours prior to that phone call.
Never had the opportunity to get a reply again.
This year is the seventh year that he is missing.
That destroyed me.
I felt empty.
I felt like nothing couldn't help me.
I still feel that everytime I care about someone in my life, it will disappear someday.
This have happened several other times.
You know when ignorants say that men don't cry, is real bullshit. Men cry. I cried a lot.
I wrote so many poems , lyrics, thoughts in that period of time, that I destroyed my hands.
That was the only way to close my eyes and let me reach another reality because the real one was way too much for me.
Be a sensible man in this world is somehow a curse.
All these things made me afraid  even to hug someone 'cause I feel I'm too ugly or just to scared to be refused.
I will stop here my story, but there's so much more to tell.
I make it through all of these things and memories because I keep dreaming that one day I could meet you and we could talk together.
Dreaming about the fact I could spend a day with you made me find the power to battle my depression.
I'm 25 now and this year I'm not dreaming anymore.
I was going to start again university, I wanted to get a degree in marketing and have the chance to live in the us.
For years I believed that I would make it and hopefully be part of your marketing team.
I'm so stupid. All these years I kept dreaming to avoid pain.
I wanted to pursue my passion and continue to write lyrics but all I was doing was putting myself in unrealistic realities.
This covid situation made everything clear.
When everyone had someone to facetime (or video call) I was alone.
When everyone had someone asking them "how are you?" I only had myself looking in the mirror saying: "Will I ever feel better?"
I've never been the one for anybody, and I think I'll never be.
I won't be the one among all your fans to realize his dream.
Nobody likes me, and I'm exposing myself once again just because I want the opportunity to smile at something that could happen to me.
I'm tired to smile only for others best moments.
I've always seen the sun through a window.
I want to feel happy.
I want to burn my face with the sun.
I'm so sick of hiding my pain,
sick to cry when I'm alone in my car before going to work,
sick to let my eyes rain on my pillow every night.
I'm sick to say to my mother that I'm fine, just because I don't want to make her feel bad.
It's not her fault.
She is battling with a degenerative autoimmune disease, why I should put other weight on her shoulders?
I didn't give up to my weakness before because I don't want to hurt her.
I always say to her that soon she will feel better, that's why your song It's stuck in my head.
But when she won't be here anymore, how I can go through all of that?
I don't even know if will ever get better for me.
Will this pain ever stop?
Sometimes it's so hard to live and so easy to die.
Hope that my dream to spend some time with you can become true.
Thank you for everything, you gave me the strength to go on for many years.. But this time is so hard to put on my armor and continue this battle.
But is this even worth if thy I try to surround myself with people and I always feel lonely?
D.
@taylorswift @taylornation @jackleopards-thedolphinclub
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floxalopex · 3 years
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I didn't want to say it. But since today it's "the day against food waste". Anyways, maybe it's something made up only by my trauma. After all I told you, I'm a mess.
Let's be as quick as possible.
Spop, to me, likes to introduce as many themes as possible, as many sexual orientations as possible, as many body types as possible...but fails to "deal with them".
About body spectrum.
Premise: I have the body type of "if Glimmer and Entrapta had a child". I went through obesity (not overweight, OBESITY, like 110+ kg) during my childhood, maybe as a coping mechanism I don't know, nor I want to remember. I "solved" the problem when I was 13.
I went through anorexia. Sadly Tumblr is disgustingly filled with advices about fasting, skipping meals, detox and other crap.
One more thing: the ignorant society we live in thinks that "anorexia=fragile little girl who takes classical dance lessons and smokes and is a walking skeleton". It's. Not. That. Simple.
If I saw a male adult man losing 50 kg in 2 months I would easily suspect anorexia.
When I realized I had a problem, that I didn't have my period for months, that I was losing hair and eyesight, that my skin was getting ill, that I was fainting everywhere, that I was suffering signs of dehydratation, that my nails were broken due to malnutrition and that I was losing every curve of my body and I searched for help...they didn't believe me. "Yh but you are still a bit stocky, actually you should lose a bit more" "stop complaining, you should try harder" "you skipped every dinner for three months? You didn't eat anything in four days? Pfff, I did worse" "you are too curvy to be anorexic, you are bulimic at best. What, you don't induce yourself vomit? Well... You are still not looking like an anorexic that's all".
People didn't listen, sadly my family was even complimenting me. I felt trapped. At a certain point I even felt they were right.
I was stocky yes, but I now realize it was because I have a strong built thorax and hips, my shoulders are just strong because I did a lot of swimming in the past. It's not fat. It's my body.
Anyways my parents eventually understood I had a real problem when I fainted once in the middle of the road during Summer. So they forced me to eat again. I did. I do.
But, even if 6 years passed, I have still troubles. I need to set alarms to remember to eat. I have to force myself sometimes. It's nearly impossible for me to eat when I'm in front of others. I feel judged. I know it's just in my head, but still.
About Spop: so, it's Glimmer and Spinnerella. You know what I find amazing? When I see curvy women eating. I don't like to promote obesity, but you know what I mean. It's nice to see a person eating, regardeless of the body type, seeing a person have a strong body. I don't know how to describe it, it's just me maybe. I just, mmm would like to be like them again. To enjoy eating.
I would have liked to see Glimmer and Spinnerella eat ...more.
Glimmer gave her food to Adora once, Castaspella asked her if her mother was giving her enough food (that sentence, with the implication of a severe diet put on Glimmer give me goosebumps). But the way she almost never ate on Horde Prime ship. That's so horrible. Throwing food, I hate myself for having done that. I wish to go back sometimes to shake myself. Food is not an enemy, it's a gift. People would kill to have food everyday. I know that now.
For Spinnerella well, Netossa said she was only offered vegetable snacks by her wife during a game night or something.
I have this impression: you are fat? You must only eat healty.
I'm vegetarian (for my own silly reasons), my diet is almost only plant based. I don't like tempeh, expensive unhealty meat surrogates, I genuinly like vegetables and beans. I'm a bit chubbier than when I was anorexic (thankfully) but when it's Saturday night I eat pizza. Or fries. During a "gaming night", so like a funny occasion, you should indulge in more junky food. It's okay to eat it sometimes, it's food anyways (I don't even like the "junk" term put on it).
Fat people are fat for a lot of reasons.
Hormonal problems, sickness, depression, or the heck, maybe because they like to eat. You should never judge them, nor try to correct them. It's their life, their decision, not yours. A fat person isn't "a bit more acceptable" if they only eat healty food. A fat person is a person. And every person has their comfort food.
I don't have a model body, I'm like a short stocky thingy, and I hate when people say "have you ever done a diet in your life?" "You could be stunning if only you lose a bit of weight on your hips". Like you don't know me and you have no idea of what I went through. And again, lose weight? That's an obsolete definition for dieting, I can "lose weight" even by cutting my arm.
I don't know guys, I would have liked Glimmer and Spinnerella to...eat more. Maybe.
Maybe it's just me being selfish and wanting to see a person with a certain body type acting like a "normal" person. And eat. I don't know.
I wish I didn't offend anyone, I just want to know your opinions about it.
Honorable mentions: I wish with all my heart for Hordak to eat more. Yes, I know that there might be another explanation for that, but I felt touched when he didn't eat his soup. I know it was disgusting (my baby Entrapta is a princess, I bet she never cooked before). But still. You know.
Oh and thanks to the Entrapdak fic writers who address this issue. Trust me, it's very important.
Oh by the way, have this drawing by Botticelli called "Allegoria dell'Abbondanza" to celebrate this day.
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Remember: be always grateful for your food.
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