Young & Twenty

BEING Young & Twenty Submission • Stephanie

 

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Brock Turner, Trump, Hilary, Obama, and the Blame Game

It isn’t so much a matter of loving one candidate and hating the other.

It isn’t hating someone who has different beliefs than you.

What it is, is white privilege, double standards, and blaming others.

 

If Obama had half of the accusations that Trump had against him, Obama would have not been allowed to pursue the presidency.

If a black man has numerous women accusing him of sexual assault he would have been arrested.

If a black man had children from various women he would be a pimp.

It is the fact that Brock Turner got a slap on the wrist, Trump became president, and blacks are fearing for their life.

 

At the same time it is our job to take these results and do something productive. If you do not agree with what is going on, change it for the better. The way you handle a situation has a huge influence on the outcome. Burning an American flag, violently protesting, and hurting others isn’t making Trump look bad, or Hilary look good. It is making the individual look like a close minded fool.

The students who assaulted and harassed a female, or claimed they could “grab her by the pussy”, because our president-elect seems to advocate for that, is ridiculous. You are responsible for your actions. You cannot blame someone else for how you are acting.

We are not stuck in our terrible twos, we cannot blame a person we have never met on our behaviors, but nor do we have to condone his sexist, racist, misogynist behavior neither.

Complacency

It was that awkward moment when I realized I’m not doing as well as I thought I had been.

There was no purging, I was starting to go out more with friends, work was at a steady lull.

I had stopped going to therapy, and had stopped going to the support group. I felt fine, so thought I’d take some time off.

I’d been so busy ignoring my Eating Disorder, that I had neglected to see it had slowly began to crawl its way back into my life. Then, Saturday, it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Holy Fuck. I’m running twice a day again.”

I hadn’t thought about my Eating Disorder, I hadn’t even been thinking about eating, and that was the issue. When I sat down and really reflected, I realized I wasn’t doing “better” I was just neglecting my recovery and becoming complacent. I hadn’t been eating, or even packing breakfast, and lunch was a joke, not packing anything for that either.

I haven’t been fully involved in my Eating Disorder.

But I haven’t been fully engaged in recovery either.