My Body Says I'm Hungry, My Head Says "I Want REAL Food" But... What Even Is "real" Food? None Of My

My body says I'm hungry, my head says "I want REAL food" but... what even is "real" food? None of my safe foods feel like "real" food, and all of my unsafe foods ofc doesn't seem like "real" food either

Tumblr is such a bizarre experience for me. Like I come on here once or twice a month, write about whatever’s bothering me, and then dip to go look at tumblr posts on Pinterest.

Me: Okay my essay is due tomorrow morning so I should just start it now to make my life easier.

Me: Alright just gotta put on some music on my phone *see my Ao3 tab* well I’ll just finish this fic and then start

5 hours later

Me: Oh shit

why did I, someone who is very busy, think it was a good idea to check ao3

I just have to vent.

Having an arfid is miserable.

Growing up being told "I feel sorry for whoever wants to take YOU on a date" and "If you were my kid I would've made you starve!" And "you're so spoiled because you are a picky eater" is so fucked up when none of it is your choice.

Living your life worried about how *other people* look at your meals is fucking awful. Coming home from dinners hungry is fucking awful. Being seen as a problem bc of your limited diet is fucking awful.

And trying to explain it when people get so offended. "It's not a texture issue because these two foods are pretty much the same texture so you should like both!" and "but this is my family recipe and I made it so im going to be hurt if you don't suffer through it and pretend that you like it!"

I just hate food. It's not my bc of my body, it's not my weight, it's not bc I'm disrespectful or vain or spoiled or whatever else.

Neurotypicals stop caring what other people eat or don't eat challenge.

But like imagine Tony’s reaction to finding out they’re married 😭

posting this into the void of tumblr asking for parkner au writers to please make this into an au where harley is him and peter is the one who’s like “hey why not”