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@fabledshadow said: Also, that is another thing my brush with starvation (briefer than Rey’s, fortunately) did not afford me- I have my period, plus cramps, like clockwork. You could legit make a calender to it.
This reproductive system is bullshit, and apparently you’re not supposed to have bad cramps much past puberty so if you do, something’s wrong, and I’m just. Well. I’ve never not had them. There have been times where it hasn’t been as bad? Most of the time there are only about 24-40ish hours where it’s noticeable, but in that time period it can go from low-key huh-that’s-mildly-uncomfortable to a pretty high-key I-can’t-think-about-anything-else, and I’m pretty often at the hurts-bad-enough-that-I-can’t-concentrate end of the scale. But. I mean. I probably also have undiagnosed ADHD so being unable to concentrate is kind of par. So when I say that, I mean, beyond normal. Also usually I’m like, what was I doing, yes yes enter this number, SQUIRREL, and when it’s cramps I’m just like must enter CRAMPS number into CRAMPS blood blood blood blood blood was there a number or something? BLOOD. and then I wind up sitting at my desk yelling BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD and everyone runs away.
Sort of kidding. I do wind up groaning aloud a lot. It’s kind of funny. I only half-realize I’m doing it. I make this noise like my soul is leaving my body via a squeezed elephant seal with a balloon in its throat. It’s gotta be insanely distracting to everyone else.
And as far as the brush with starvation– oh man that’s an intense thing. And i know, for some people, you have to be practically dead before you get to the point of amennhorea! It’s more common, I think, if someone is undernourished at puberty? But I don’t know. I’ve had some pretty skinny (and not naturally-so; blue lips and sweaters in the summer kind of skinny) friends who never lost their periods either. Which tells you some dumb things about human evolution, let me tell you.
I feel a little bit weird writing starvation-recovery about Rey, because I hate the thinking that a skinny person *must* be starving. Daisy Ridley’s body is so beautiful and healthy, just because she’s spare and flat-chested doesn’t mean she’s undernourished! But I understand, we’re shown the character’s starvation in the text and in her behaviors; her looking skinny is not used as a shorthand. And you can’t tell necessarily by looking at someone whether they’re undernourished or not, especially given the Hollywood gloss on everything. I just, IDK, I feel weird, but I wrote it anyway. She talks about it a little more in the next chapter (Poe, all big-brotherly horrified concern, helpfully tries to make her eat more, and she kind of slaps him down with an I-have-enough-trouble-judging-fullness-don’t-question-me, which he takes gracefully).
Anyway. I’m having weird body image shit, which is sort of unusual for me, so I’m going to stop there. I went through a phase of like a month where I was like no no, I must find this monthly cycle empowering and mystical and integral to my identity or some shit, but then I got cramps and was like FUCK ALL OF THIS and gave up.
@fabledshadow said: Also, that is another thing my brush with starvation (briefer than Rey’s, fortunately) did not afford me- I have my period, plus cramps, like clockwork. You could legit make a calender to it.
This reproductive system is bullshit, and apparently you’re not supposed to have bad cramps much past puberty so if you do, something’s wrong, and I’m just. Well. I’ve never not had them. There have been times where it hasn’t been as bad? Most of the time there are only about 24-40ish hours where it’s noticeable, but in that time period it can go from low-key huh-that’s-mildly-uncomfortable to a pretty high-key I-can’t-think-about-anything-else, and I’m pretty often at the hurts-bad-enough-that-I-can’t-concentrate end of the scale. But. I mean. I probably also have undiagnosed ADHD so being unable to concentrate is kind of par. So when I say that, I mean, beyond normal. Also usually I’m like, what was I doing, yes yes enter this number, SQUIRREL, and when it’s cramps I’m just like must enter CRAMPS number into CRAMPS blood blood blood blood blood was there a number or something? BLOOD. and then I wind up sitting at my desk yelling BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD and everyone runs away.
Sort of kidding. I do wind up groaning aloud a lot. It’s kind of funny. I only half-realize I’m doing it. I make this noise like my soul is leaving my body via a squeezed elephant seal with a balloon in its throat. It’s gotta be insanely distracting to everyone else.
And as far as the brush with starvation– oh man that’s an intense thing. And i know, for some people, you have to be practically dead before you get to the point of amennhorea! It’s more common, I think, if someone is undernourished at puberty? But I don’t know. I’ve had some pretty skinny (and not naturally-so; blue lips and sweaters in the summer kind of skinny) friends who never lost their periods either. Which tells you some dumb things about human evolution, let me tell you.
I feel a little bit weird writing starvation-recovery about Rey, because I hate the thinking that a skinny person *must* be starving. Daisy Ridley’s body is so beautiful and healthy, just because she’s spare and flat-chested doesn’t mean she’s undernourished! But I understand, we’re shown the character’s starvation in the text and in her behaviors; her looking skinny is not used as a shorthand. And you can’t tell necessarily by looking at someone whether they’re undernourished or not, especially given the Hollywood gloss on everything. I just, IDK, I feel weird, but I wrote it anyway. She talks about it a little more in the next chapter (Poe, all big-brotherly horrified concern, helpfully tries to make her eat more, and she kind of slaps him down with an I-have-enough-trouble-judging-fullness-don’t-question-me, which he takes gracefully).
Anyway. I’m having weird body image shit, which is sort of unusual for me, so I’m going to stop there. I went through a phase of like a month where I was like no no, I must find this monthly cycle empowering and mystical and integral to my identity or some shit, but then I got cramps and was like FUCK ALL OF THIS and gave up.
