āI could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.āĀ The Song of Achilles.
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@coldminyoongi
āI could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.āĀ The Song of Achilles.
Reblog si quieres:
ā Mimos.
ā Coger.
ā Morirte.
ā Besitos en el cuello.
ā Hablar con la persona que te gusta.
ā Llorar.
ā Salir de fiesta.
ā Emborracharte.
ā Aprobar los exĆ”menes.
ā Desaparecer.
ā No engordar nunca mĆ”s.
Nadie sabrĆ” porque le has dado reblog.
Para la tristeza que te causan otros no existe mejor remedio que el amor propio.
āRTR.
When you see someone at your UGW or less calling themselves fat
Siempre siento que jamÔs le gustaré a un chico si sigo estando asà de gorda.
Reblog por las veces que te has imaginado delgada.
me.
Hi, I hate my thighs
(and my arms, and my stomach, and my face, and my whole entire body)
Reblog if you want to lose at least 20lbs by October/November š¤š»
@ dancers
PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES YOURE ATHLETES AND YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL ABOUT RESTRICTING AND FASTING!! I KNOW THERES SO MUCH PRESSURE TO LOOK A CERTAIN WAY IN THE DANCE COMMUNITY BUT PLEASE!!!! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!
love you xx
I Just can say that this is so true, be carefulĀ
Me: *steps on the scale*
Scale: Bitch you gained
Me:
001
i donāt even like water but it seems to be my best friend
every calorie iāve eaten scares me more.
me
Some peopleās 500 calories is fruits and veggies.
Others eat a piece of cake and a couple fries for the day.
Some people drink green tea or coffee to keep them going.
Others drink nothing because they desperately donāt want to break a fast.
Some people tell themselves itās okay to eat over 1000 calories every now and then, itās healthy even.
Others cry their soul out for going one calorie over.
Some people exercise regularly, keeping in mind what exercise will best help them get to their āgoal.ā
Others exercise constantly, because they need to be in the negative calories.
Some people were bullied once or twice or maybe even never for their weight.
Others are bullied relentlessly.
Some people fast no longer than 15 hours.
Others fast for days on end.
Some people start already in the normal range.
Others start in the overweight range.
Some people have never gone to rehab.
Others are in and out of inpatient care constantly.
Some people have tried recovery, and are striving to reach recovery status every day.
Others never want to recover.
But you know what?
All of them have a valid ed.
All of them deserve love, support, and help.
Edās do not give a shit about your background, age, gender, weight, race, religion, habits, grades, bringing-up, family, or anything else.
All they care about is controlling you.
Reblogs every 5 minutes ā¼ļø
Posting again because I believe everyone should see this šš
This is so important
An anorexic poem
No, itās not enough.
Iād like to tell you that Iām finally comfortable in my own skin.
But Iām still ruining myself over a few calories.
I go through life tumbling.
Blurry eyes.
Deadly hunger.
Iām sorry sister I cannot tell you how much I suffered.
How much I do not wish it upon anyone.
Iām sorry sister I have not recovered yet.
And Iām sorry for not knowing if I want to.
Please sister donāt be proud.
For every pound ten nights of silent crying came along.
Please donāt ask me about my diet, my best work out methods, I donāt wanna destroy you.
Sorry that I canāt tell you that in the last week I have only opened my mouth to sip some tea.
Sorry sister.
I didnāt mean to lie to you.
I meant to lie to myself.
Thinking about choosing the right path and running in a straight line, but how could I, when I have to crawl to walk.
Mom told me to be afraid āif you are not recovering you are dyingā she said.
All in all, with tears in my eyes and sadness ripping my heart, yes, Iām anorexic.