it’s been one month without ANY fasting, calorie counting, excessive exercising, etc. and i am finally starting to realize why i so desperately needed to recover. i had forgotten what it was like to be able to think so clearly…. what it was like to think about things other than my weight… what it was like to be able to simply get out of bed w/o an elaborate process so i dont black out. the reason im writing this out is not so i can get anons congratulating me, i dont need that. but i constantly see people saying they wished they starved themselves or were anorexic because it would make them prettier. anorexia made me lose 48 pounds at my lowest. losing weight is a good thing, right? but in the process my body began to lose function, and so did my mind. my life with that disorder was as if i was on a strong drowsiness pill and yet i couldn’t sleep a wink. my thoughts were about nothing but calories, food, calories. it consumed me.
don’t let it consume you please
I can't think of headcanons myself, but how would their first kiss go? :D