an an0r3x!c ramble:
i’m so tired of everyone thinking that i want to be sk!nny for him or to be pretty or to fit the toxic male-created beauty standard of flesh and bone. when i don’t eat i don’t feel. everything in my head is actually quiet for once and i don’t have to think about those 6 years or every time ive cried in a hot car or everything she ever said to me. when im flesh and bone my pain is on the outside too. people know to stay away. i want to look as sick as i feel in my head. i can hide it in the tone of my voice and my words. i don’t want to hide it on my body.










