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sseushii

Body check ✨

5’1 91.75 lbs

so I just logged into my Kik account... if you want then maybe we could chat?

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tommysuupe

I just want to be UNDENIABLY skinny, y’know? Skinny from ALL angles no matter what - and that’s tough to do

vovanity-deactivated20260407

Don’t follow me You’ll end up in my arms

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zackspityplace

I don’t want to have fucking feelings anymore

flipphony

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thinhopes

in the last year my friends lost weight and got pretty. i got an ed and im still a pig. i hate myself.

pastel-blaster

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dainty-lonely-star

why do so many kpop stans have eds??

like, reblog, or comment if you are a kpop stan with an ed🌷💫

candycalories

reblog if 3 or more apply to you

you fall into the age group of 15-19

you are part of the lgbt community or you’re an ally

you live with your parents/other people

you are under 5’5

you weigh more than 120lbs

you lose motivation easily but you’re still trying

you have more mental health problems besides your ED

you’re active

bullletproof-love

Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

comic-canary

My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

edmundo-noches-buckley

I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.

“Melissa, did you punch him?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Why?”

“Because he snapped my bra strap.”

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”

I didn’t get suspended that day.

lotrlocked

*slow clap for excellent parenting*

ive-got-a-dark-side

This is the parent I want to be omg

marybeatriceofmodena

I went to a nun school.

The nuns there were like, so rad.

It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there.

There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy.

So what happened?

The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day.

Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.”

So I was at my desk during class looking like this: