Found this in a bathroom at my college. A lot of guys had eating disorders in football and wrestling at my school and even in the rec league. I remember guys taking laxatives before weigh ins even.
Male eating disorder awareness ~
Wrestling is infamous for that kind of shit. It’s one of the reasons my brother left the sport— his coaches were ENCOURAGING him to engage in unsafe behavior.
I’ve seen a lot of it the other way round, especially in rugby, I know several men who were encouraged to go to unsafe measures to gain weight.
Yes. ^^^ The masculinization of eating disorders. I knew some wrestling guys back in high school - it became this competition as to who could lose then keep of their weight the best. The guys would have competitions to see who could go the longest without eating, and if you lost, of course, you were a “pussy”
Thankfully a suspension went on while they reviewed these practices that were of course encouraged by the coaches.
Almost every wrestler I’ve met has engaged in ridiculously dangerous behavior at the encouragement of their coaches and even their own parents. My cousin would do unsafe amounts of exercise and then barely eat or only eat baby food as he dropped weight at alarming rates. But no one ever acknowledges these behaviors as being dangerous because it’s “for a sport”. We need to put an end to this.
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