I don't really enjoy baking. Following recipes exactly and regulating oven temperatures stresses me out a bit, so I usually stick to cooking.

I was just telling my friend how the 3 reallyyy reallyyy ripe bananas on my counter were staring into my soul every time I walked past, practically begging me to use them. She gave me a simple chewy brownie recipe, so today I decided to give it a try.

I decorated them before baking and was thinking, "Aww, these little brownie faces are actually turning out kind of cute!"

Guys, I didn't realise that you're supposed to put the decorations on after baking.

I'm absolutely screaming at the outcome. 👁️👄👁️ I guess I'll be eating these melted victims of the oven.

** EDIT: I didn't expect this post to blow up the way it did! Wow, this was so unexpected.

I just wanted to share my stupid, funny beginner baking mistake. I'm happy these little brownie trolls made some of you laugh and brightened your day. I'm glad I could be part of your laughs today! 😂

For those of you who asked for the SIMPLE recipe, here it is:

3 ripe bananas

2 eggs

5 tbsp cacao powder

½ tsp baking powder

1 tbsp protein powder

Bake at 200°C (392°F) for 25 minutes.

And yes... it is a simple recipe that I somehow managed to butcher. 😅

Not OC

i have suffered with anorexia for most of my young life. 30+ hospitalisations, liver failure, osteoporosis etc. i could barely walk or function, i was so close to dying. and one day i made the brave decision to heal, that life is worth living and i have now been in recovery for 8 months.

EDIT: wow thank you so much for the overwhelming reply! i never expected any of this! you are truely are too kind. it means a lot!

for people asking: despite how many times i was in hospital, restrained to a bed to be force fed by a tube up my nose, or what my daily life was like riddled by nasty thoughts and ocd ed rituals, i still thought i wasn’t sick enough. i don’t say this jokingly at all, i thought i was the biggest person to exist, and i determined my worth in the number of bones i had showing. it sounds terrifying even saying that, but that’s genuinely how the malnourishment altered my brain chemistry. lots of people don’t understand the illness, to fair reason, but i truely say it is a drug. anorexia is a drug. i got the dopamine spike from restricting food, and it took a long time for my brain to understand that eating food and fullness is not a horrible thing. i do say that my illness was the devil, because it strived to kill me. that it will never be enough unless i was dead. i am so glad to think clearly and rationally now!

And also questions about what got me to that place. i had lots of comments on my weight as a young girl and I also put a lot of pressure on myself, someone who was definitely a perfectionist. i couldn’t cope. starting trying to lose a little weight to be ‘healthier’, then i started loving it so much. too much. couldn’t cope again, restricted more. and thus the cycle began. it became my whole identity. everyone knew me as the ‘sick girl’ and i couldn’t see a world where i wasn’t that girl.

and how i made the decision to get better. i still have no idea what actually happened, it’s all a bit fuzzy to me. but what i do know was that it was an utter breaking point and surrender. that i could not live one more day in this brain. because my brain was such a miserable and terrifying place to be, i knew the only way for my brain to get better was for my body to be healthy and so i tried my hardest as i began recovery, and here we are today.