I want to say this again. Do not report a blog unless they are actually doing something super bad. You have no idea how much that blog could be helping someone. It may be their only place to vent. If you are upset by their content or worried for them message them. Actually talk to them instead of reporting them first because if their blog gets terminated it could make them worse
Im reblogging this because I have been terminated 4 times, this blog is the only way I can cope and deal with everything going through my head without worrying about backlash. Please dont report me, I am 100% pro-recovery and pro getting help <3
this isn’t going to be easy. don’t let yourself think that. it may be one of the hardest things you’ll ever do. but it will work. if you stick by it. you will lose weight.
Trigger warning: This piece mentions eating disorder behaviors.
Other warning: This piece is very long. Like, really long. Press "Keep reading" at your own risk.
Imagine thinspo, by me, in the present tense although this is a while away.
The sun begins to fill the sky as I wake up. It's early, barely half past five. I climb out of bed and reach down to touch my toes before I change. The soft, drapey pajamas come off, and the blue sports bra and grey running shorts go on. I brush my hair and pull it into a high ponytail; it swishes around my shoulders as I walk downstairs.
An empty water glass is waiting on the counter. I fill it with water from the filter, then turn the tap on cold and wait for it to cool from room temperature before I refill the filter. I take a few long sips of water and dab a drop or two on my collarbones so that I can feel the cool in the air, just for a second.
I place my half-emptied glass back on the counter and pick up my keys before kneeling to put on my shoes. My feet feel light as I open the front door and lock it behind me; I walk the few blocks to the park briskly, nodding to the few dog walkers who are yawning in the streets.
As soon as I reach the park, I break into a run, my legs carrying me along the tree-lined paths in perfect strides. The air has cooled overnight, leaving wisps of fog that cling to my exposed skin. A year ago, I would never have left the house in just a sports bra, but now that I have abs I see no reason to let my torso overheat.
There aren't that many people out yet; most people sleep through the nice weather and then use the heat and smothering humidity as an excuse not to exercise later in the day. The runners who I do see are mostly the regulars who, like me, come out here every day. Occasionally, I spot someone new; their eyes always half-follow me as I overtake them, and I can see their eyebrows raise in admiration or jealousy. I don't like attention, but this brief, passing notice flatters me, and I'll smile, just a little.
After I've run seven miles, I drag my mind out of its idle daydreaming and start to head home. My legs are just starting to ache a little, and I love the feeling of strength and effort. The burn feels like a high; as I've gotten better at running, I have to run further and further to chase it. I almost miss the park exit, and I think about doing another loop, but decide that I should save some energy for my strength work later today. I kick up the speed to sprint home and reach my door, panting and exhilarated.
Inside, I pull off my running shoes and stretch quickly before going up to my room to pick out today's clothes. I grab denim shorts and a heathered grey-green tee and slip into the bathroom to shower. The cold water rinses off the sweat and refreshes my muscles; I scrub my face and then dash out into my towel.
After drying off, I pull on my bra and panties, then look in the mirror while gently combing my wet hair. I look like what I want to look like, plain and simple. My arms are slender, yet with just enough wiry muscle running through them; my thighs are slim and toned, forming the slightest gap when I stand with my feet together. My waist is tiny, framed in front by a six-pack, and at top and bottom by just-barely-visible ribs and hips. I slip into my shirt and see how beautifully it drapes across my shoulders and chest.
I tug my shorts into the perfect position and go downstairs for breakfast. I down the rest of my water, refill the glass, and drink that as well; after refilling it once more, I take a pitcher of unsweetened white tea from the fridge and pour myself a glass. I alternate sips of my two drinks while beating egg whites with cottage cheese, salt, and pepper. After quickly cooking half a sliced zucchini with some rosemary, I add the egg whites and a big handful of baby spinach to the pan, stir, and cover. I've always loved cooking, and the chance to make delicious, healthy meals for myself is one that I jump at.
When my omelet is fully set, I turn it out onto a plate and top it with a sliced quarter avocado. I eat it slowly, sipping my tea and water as I savor the flavors and textures. I refill my water glass twice while I eat, but I drink the tea more slowly; I know that the caffeine will make me jittery if I drink too much.
When I've finished my breakfast, I wash my plate, down the last of my tea, and go upstairs to brush my teeth before my morning writing time.
I've been writing for an hour or two each morning since summer vacation began, and I've already half-finished the book that I've wanted to write for so long. I can concentrate without procrastinating now; each goal that I tick off is another weight off my mind.
My hair has fully dried by the time I've finished another chapter, so I step away from my standing desk and go to brush it. I pull it back into a neat but not too neat ballerina bun; it's smooth and perfect, soft but not frizzy. I run a stick of lip balm over my lips and walk downstairs once more.
I'm working on a series of watercolors, and I need some more brushes, so I walk down to the local art supply store before I start painting. My shirt blows in the slight breeze as I walk quickly through the streets; although it's hot and I hate the heat, I feel infinitely more comfortable than I would when I had rolls of fat rubbing together and heavy, baggy clothes. My clothes fit perfectly now, and I don't have to worry about everything that used to dominate my head. I don't have to suck in my stomach every thirty seconds, I don't have to keep pulling the edge of my bra back over my underarm fat, I don't have to tuck the tops of my thighs under my shorts as I walk.
I walk past a group of teenagers; they all look up and watch me as I go by. I look back for a second when I'm a little further away and make eye contact with a girl who's still staring. She smiles and looks away, and I blush as I continue down the street.
I reach the art store and go inside, smiling at the worker who's restocking the shelves of sketchpads. I pick out the brushes and go up to the register to pay before heading back out, putting my change and brushes in my bag as I go.
I gulp down yet another glass of water when I get home, then take my watercolor supplies out from under my desk and start painting. The series of paintings that I'm working on is birds in storms. I've done a magpie in a thunderstorm, an owl in a tornado, and a jay in a blizzard so far. This time, I sketch a swan staring down a tsunami.
As I begin to fill in the lines with color, I think about what I've done to get here. Through all of the bad days, all of the challenges, I was waiting for this point. And it arrived - no, I brought it here. I kept my eyes on my goals, and now I'm living them.
If anybody has any requests for imagines, please give me details about theme, descriptions, etc. It's hard to completely improvise something for someone else, since I can't really know exactly what you would want - but if you give me some parameters, I'd love to write something for you.
was on day one of restricting today and already fucking fucked it up. i’m on a road trip and there’s nothing to do except eat. i think things will get better when i get to my destination. i’m starting again from now.
the thing is that if you stay in a calorie deficit (eat less than you burn) you WILL lose weight. but you have to be patient. it will 100% happen, it’ll just take time. if you stick to it for long enough, doesn’t matter what you do you’ll lose weight. but what happens is most people think “it’s not working, what’s the point?” very quickly and blame the science being wrong. it’s not. you just have to stick to it.
p.s if anyone wants to be friends pls message me !! i want to meet more people! 16+
