Inspiration
My LW-ish. I don't look it but I was between 107-110 here. Please I just wanna get back here at least.
"This shit is like marriage, you can't cheat on it and expect it to work."
Every time I eat normally I gain 3 pounds and put myself back like a week. Wtf.
what’s upsetting is re-losing weight when i know how it was to be at your lw.
자기 자신에게 솔직해져라.
i wish i was pretty and skinny. i hate being this ugly fat monster.
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i hate my height... everyone says i weigh really little but since im like 5ft i still look huge
I feel this as someone who is 5'2''
Same I'm 5ft and carry my weight so badly
Please reblog if you have an ED and are 18+. I feel like a creeper following minors
Today’s reminder : get back on track. You only fail if you give up. Today is a new day. Your actions of the past don’t rule you.
I’m either in a bad mood because I binged, I’m tired or I’m in a bad mood because I’m starving. There’s nothing in between.
Please reblog if you have an ED and are 18+. I feel like a creeper following minors
takecare-bewell
if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘food’ labeling some good, some bad as i assign moral value to this grain of rice i might say ‘numbers’ counting, measuring, tracking calories, sizes, BMIs allthetimecalculating everysinglething if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘beauty’ complete devotion, idolization of the western standard begging for others’ envy i might say ‘attention’ desperately needing someone anyone, to notice me at all to see that i am unwell, to care if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘control’ the sick, sick result of discipline gone sour a curdling obsession i might say ‘guilt’ over being too big too plain too comfortable too needy too me if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘anger’ hating the injustice of living hating everything, everyone including myself i might say ‘pain’ a way to transpose the scars of my soul onto the body aching for congruence if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘minimalism’ my mind whirls like a run-on sentence and i can’t stand being wasteful so no thank you i don’t need anything at all really i might say ‘self-righteousness’ i’m parading the streets, declaring my holier-than-thouness because hey look! i’m better at dying than you if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘expectations’ i’ve been naturally small my entire life and now, but now i lose myself when i grow i might say ‘childhood’ reverting to my prepubescent body no breasts and when sex was just a word muddled with giggles if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘addiction’ a habit that can’t be kicked craving the buzz, the high of manipulating my insides i might say ‘death’ i’m not that happy anyway so why not drive my body to the edge, tempting it to quit? if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say nothing because i do not know it’s not like it matters because you don’t ask because you don’t know either
—i don’t know, you don’t know, no one knows // 01.22.18
Reblogging again so I dont lose it