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I’ve been using tumblr since I was 13 and I used to use my blog as a personal diary. My personal diary used to consist of me ranting about heartbreaks and my personal struggles when I was younger. After a couple of years, it then silently morphed into a personal diary for my eating disorder. The content I would follow fed into my negative thoughts about what the perfect body image looked like. I used to create text posts to summarize my precise calorie intake and exercise or purging output. It’s taken me 7 years to realize that tumblr has fed into my self-destruction as a teen. I would constantly look at different bloggers who also had eating disorders and, honestly, that triggered me and my eating disorder. I would constantly stare at models or tumblr girls who were sickly thin and wish I had looked like them. Almost losing 20 pounds later, I would still cry about the number on my scale and the reflection in the mirror. I truly hated myself and the way I looked. Looking back, I wish I had grown up loving myself and my body image.
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