I have a research background in weight stigma and I currently work in mental health, often with LGBTQ+ clients.
I’ve met nonbinary people who struggle with disordered eating because they only ever see androgyny depicted as featureless thinness.
I’ve met trans women who struggle with disordered eating because they’ve internalized the idea that girls are meant to be thin, dainty, and delicate.
I’ve men trans men who struggle with disordered eating, because they feel women are allowed to be soft/curvy but men need to be muscular or thin and flat.
So many trans people are convinced that weight loss is the key to appearing as their desired gender, even when they want radically different gender presentations.
The societal idealization of thinness and fatphobia falsely invades and derails people’s idea of what their “ideal body” should look like.
I’ve cried, had panic attacks and redacted attempts.
I desperately need help trying to keep my housing. I am just so freaking drained. I had a temp job last fall and I’m still looking for work. I don’t qualify for unemployment and my mental and physical health is just taking a nose dive. I have been attempting to crowdsource my portion of rent for about 5 weeks to no success. If you see this please consider boosting and if you can and are able to any amount helps..
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people,to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿
“We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!” 🙏
shayma escaped gaza before the crossing closed and has been struggling to care for her family of 16 in egypt. rent is skyrocketing, and now her brother needs help funding his master’s degree. she just lost her childhood friend and her friend’s family, she needs support right now.
she didn’t ask me to post this, i just wanna show her there’s still people out there who care. please help her
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