[ SECRET POST #5197 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5197 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


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[House of Games]


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[James Bond]


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[Falcon and the Winter Soldier]


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[resized]


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[Poirot]


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[Miraculous Ladybug]


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09. https://i.imgur.com/gYBTG98.png
[OP warned for NSFW, illustrated porn]


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Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 03 pages, 57 secrets from Secret Submission Post #744.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Comments

Re: What are you up to, FS?

[(Anonymous)]

NAYRT, but the one who's worried about going to the doctor--yeah, it must be about controlling women to some degree, I think. It's like women's clothing sizes not being standardized no matter what size and shape you are, but potentially deadly and causing even more suffering.

I'm sorry about your nausea and doctor reactions to it; I've had random unexplained nausea that lasted for a week or so before more than once, and gotten the "lose weight and it'll go away" thing, while thinking if it kept on long enough they'd flip from that to praising me for weight loss to lecturing me on my obvious anorexia, all without ever actually helping. Sigh.

They did run some tests once, but since they required that I poop in little jars and at that point I hadn't eaten anything for days, I couldn't actually shit until the symptoms went away and I started eating again. So I got another "it's all in your head" because it went away on its own after a week of trying not to faint at work, curling up in a ball when I wasn't at work, and eating one baby carrot or snap pea every two hours or so and feeling like I'd been stabbed afterwards.

I fucking love food and cooking and I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to enjoy it anymore. It sounds like you're there, and I'm sorry.

And thanks to childhood fuckery I was having the occasional panic attack so that was fun.

My mom was the typical constantly dieting saw food as the enemy sort ("but mom, this diet worked--" "That diet was a serving of yogurt a day plus meth") and I felt bad for her, but my dad was a literally insane (schizophrenic) militant orthorexic who took me camping so he could put me on elimination diets, convinced that if I ate nothing but raw vegetables without oil or salt I would be "safe" and when I was home force fed me a cornucopia of vitamins and supplements that would've made a 300 lb olympic weight lifter sick from overdosing, never mind a six year old. Add in the occasional 20 mile bike ride or "if you want to go home you have to row to shore from out past the breakers without my help" fitness routine and I figure I'm lucky not to subsist on nothing but twinkies and go everywhere in a golf cart to avoid any exercise at all.