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You wanna know what happens when you're starving?

Your hair gets thin and limp. Noticeably. You don’t have enough nutrients to help it stay healthy.

You get so. Fucking. Cold. All the time. People don’t want to touch you, because you’re so cold. You’ll be shivering under a blanket, in a hot tub, by a fire, wherever you are.

You’ve heard that seeing food will be upsetting? You have no idea. Even if it’s nowhere near you, or on a screen, or in the hands of a stranger, you’ll resent it because you want it. Some nights you’ll start crying because you miss it so much.

Everything will become numbers. You aren’t just walking your dog anymore, you’re counting the minutes and calories you’re burning. You aren’t enjoying a warm day, you’re trying to figure out if the higher temperatures are making your heart rate go up so you burn faster.

Your social life will die. You’ll be skittish and avoid people when they have food in case they offer some. You’ll say no to parties and dates and meet-ups because you think there might be food. You’ll grow paranoid, terrified of people finding out. You’ll start to despise people who love you solely because they want to help.

You’ll hurt. That pang in your chest? It’s probably because you’re not eating. Your stomach? Say goodbye to its silence. Your butt? It’ll hurt whenever you sit down. You’ll get headaches, heart pains, even breathing will eventually become exhausting.

And eventually, you’ll die. Maybe you ate more than usual and couldn’t handle the thought of gaining, and exercised so much that your heart overexerted itself. Maybe you actually did gain, and that enough was enough to make you swallow a handful of pills. Maybe your blood pressure lowered to fatal levels, or maybe you passed out and hit your head on a table.

It all ends the same.

Don’t let the “pro ana’s” fool you, this isn’t a glamorous lifestyle. This is a deadly and painful illness.

I feel like a lot of people need to remember that before they skip their meals.

Don’t do this to yourselves, you gorgeous humans. You deserve to live. You deserve friends. You deserve love.

You deserve to eat.

thefaesdobewilden

Take care of yourself 🎀

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OMG MOOD!

😂 legit feels 🤯

Mood

beatingheartisallihave

So true

supersadscienceguy

wallpaperprintery

Art is a personal act of courage, something one human does that creates change in another

seth godin

skinni8minnie

Just witnessed my sister eat a breakfast that was at least 800 calories. And all I could think was, “I would die if I ate like that right now.” But mostly I’m just jealous that she can eat without hating herself afterwards and not give food a second thought. And not feeling like she needs to exercise to deserve food. I hate that everything I do revolves around what I can and can’t eat.

myedsucks

Not your usual Ana tips

Read the post before you get pissed off at me.

• Stop standing up so fast. You know damn well that you get dizzy from that, so stand up slowly. If you still get dizzy or start to black out, sit back down and take deep breaths until you go back to normal, and then try to stand up slowly again.

• Don’t work out until you pass out or puke. Just walk. It burns a lot calories and it’s much easier to do. I do this instead of working out and I lose up to 3 lbs a day sometimes.

• Sleep (if you can). Your body is tired as fuck. You don’t eat very much and sleeping will help re-energize you.

I won’t tell you to eat. I know a stupid tumblr post won’t suddenly make your disorder go away. I just want you to try your best to stay safe. Believe it or not, I love you. We’re a big family and we would all feel like shit if you died because of this. If you ever get the urge to recover, take it and run.

skeleton-www-bones

walking burns way more cals than you think

hollywoodundeadedits

Hollywood Undead - Heart of a Champion

I’ll leave a rose on your grave It’s the dove and grenade

tendernxss

soap-dirt

brushing my teeth to avoid eating: the story of my existence as a hungry bitch

1990sthin

I fucking hate rice cakes and here's why you should too!

I know they're the hype in the ed community, and ppl will hate me for saying it but ffs they are the worst

Did you know:

Gram for gram, rice cakes actually have MORE calories than bread (u just eat less of it, obv, since they're mostly air, still feels like being cheated)

Almost completely devoid of nutrients

Cause blood sugar spikes and crashes since they offer nothing but simple carbs

On top of the fact that they taste like shit don't even deny it

Now if u wanna live w/ painful rice cake infused suffering that is fine, but rly you should get rye crispbreads

Because:

They're high in fiber

So won't cause blood sugar crash

Provides B vitamins, iron, magnesium and zinc for us malnourished bitches

Good source of protein (burns more calories)

Actually somewhat filling

They're the same amount of calories as rice cakes (mine are actually lower!)

Crunchy and satisfying, no gross cardboard texture

U can do everything that u can do with rice cakes with them aka if ur me it's a low cal vessel for shoving avocado into ur mouth

The ones I get are CHEAPER than rice cakes

I get a cheap knockoff of the branded ryvita ones, any are good tbh

In conclusion:

anxietyproblem

halfway-skinny-legend

boyfriend thinspo ig

imagine…

- wearing his hoodie and drowning in it and him freaking out over how cute you look

- not being self-conscious about taking off your shirt with him because you KNOW you look hot

- him being able to pick you up so easily

- him surprising you from behind with a hug, and his arms wrapping easily around your tiny waist

- he constantly admires your tiny hands and wrists and tells you how cute you are

- all of his friends are lowkey jealous because you’re SO gorgeous

- he never even dreams about looking at other girls- why would he?

- when you guys cuddle together, you never have to worry about his hand brushing over one of your rolls

- you put on his sweatpants and you have to pull the strings around the waist all the way through because they’re just to big (but even then, they’re still loose)

oof this is so bad but i’m lonely asf

halfway-skinny-legend

break the cycle

we all know how it works.

there will always be an excuse. you can always say “I’ll just start tomorrow, I’ll still be skinny in time for summer/school/new years.” you can say that every day actually, until, eventually, your goal date rolls around. it’s summer, and you’re not skinny like you’ve promised yourself time and time again.

so what do you do? you binge. you binge to keep the pain away except it only makes it worse, and when you’re done you stare at yourself in the mirror, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and think “this is it. a new start. a new me.” you set another goal for yourself, and another, and another.

just

STOP.

nothing good comes easy- that’s what makes it so good. if you really truly want the jealous stares and compliments and size 00 jeans and collarbones, you have to get your lazy ass up and work for it.

set a goal and stick to it. work out the possibilities- if you want to be twenty pounds lighter by summer, the only person standing in your way is you. go for that run. eat a salad instead of a sandwich. hydrate, hydrate, hydrate! know how much you need to lose each week to get to where you want to be.

now, when summer rolls around, you can wear the tiny bikini you bought earlier in the year to motivate you. you can be that girl with the slender legs and flat stomach. you can have that summer fling. you can wear those tube tops and booty shorts and sundresses. and you’ll look hot as FUCK.

why?

because you actually committed. you had the discipline to work for future you. the reward isn’t instant, but nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.

waitingwatchingwaiting

me fasting: I don’t wanna do this

me binging: I don’t wanna do this

me restricting: I don’t wanna do this

me eating like a normal person: I don’t wanna do this

grnteathin

I can’t be the only one but...

My eating disorder is more of a mindset.

And what I mean by that is: I still eat. I eat plenty. I eat junk food and I binge. Rarely do I eat under 500 calories. Yes I am losing weight but VERY slowly.

BUT every time I eat, I fucking despise myself. I feel like a failure. All I think about is food. From the minute I wake up to the minute I go to sleep. What am I going to eat today? If I eat this, I’m going to gain weight... but I’m going to eat it anyway and just hate myself later. My brain is telling me to starve and that I don’t have a disorder but my heart is telling me that I should just enjoy food and love myself. I am at a constant war with myself. The truth is, I SUCK at starving myself. I’m like someone who has a great idea, they just can’t execute it. And that’s how my life has always been.

starving-collarbones

wow that hit different

toocooltobehipster

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yogaboi

At first I though this was a joke

hypo-thermic

Don’t ignore this Tumblr

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Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.

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This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim. Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help. One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.

The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time. No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.

laraleecupcake

#standing up for male victims takes NOTHING away from female victims #this isn’t an either/or scenario #you can pursue justice for male victims and still be 100% feminist #safer world for EVERYONE