Gonna survive my eating disorder the same way I did when I was in my teens.
Memes and Jokes and Making Funny Voices when I don’t lose weight

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@littledove0099
Gonna survive my eating disorder the same way I did when I was in my teens.
Memes and Jokes and Making Funny Voices when I don’t lose weight
Person: tell me about yourself
Me: I have an eating disorder
Person: … anything else
Me: No that’s literally my whole personality 💕🥰🥲
if god wanted me to recover he wouldn’t have invented zero calorie sugar
I’ve been talking to a pretty little college girl who wants nothing more than to leave all her stresses behind her (tuition costs, classes, homework, tests, immature frat boys). She craves becoming a perfect bimbo doll for me. She wants the bolt-on tits, the lip injections, the tiny outfits. She’s so eager to please, to get pierced for her new daddy, to do anything for me. Shes going to show the world how much better she’s going to get for me. She can’t wait to completely destroy wifey’s good life and take her place as the perfect stay at home wifey and bimbo doll. She’s ready. She’s finally where she wants to be, where she needs to be. She’s happy. Good girl.
my dream. design my body
"babe" is overrated. normalize calling her your fat retard.
my Dms are open if anyone wants to call me this.
someone come starve it and make it little so that it take up no space
then feed it and it’ll tell you how grateful it is. it’s dependent on you for substance and you can always just not give it anything.
“I got you a necklace” Sir says
Rope slides over my throat and he tightens it.
“A beautiful noose.”
bbg is daydreaming about being completely controlled.
Waking up, finding her outfit picked out for her. Her food for the day decided. She’s a human doll, and her thoughts are little. Brainless, she becomes nothing more than the toy her Dom trains her to be.
Maybe there are resistant days. She changes her skirt without asking. Paints her nails a different color. Sits on the couch without permission. Eats when she hasn’t been told to. But, she’s punished quickly, and she’s reminded that she likes not having to think about any aspect of her life. She just wants to exist to serve completely. That’s her life’s purpose.
Unrated form of degradation in this hole’s opinion is when Sir reminds it that the proper way it should refer to itself is “hole” or “worthless piece of shit” or “bitch” or “cunt”. This hole also very much enjoys making sure to capitalize Sir’s name, ensuring His significance is felt even in written form while any form of referring to the self should be in the lowercase.
Sir often tells bbg that it shouldn’t refer to itself as “she”. “Gender, is for people,” He says, “and the worthless hole in front of me is not a person, but an object to be used.”
tell me why I’m at my favorite coffee shop and all I can think about is someone coming up to bbg and petting my head telling me that I need to be a good little girl and lean on them. Drink the sleepy tea they got me, fall into their lap. Don’t mind as they touch me slowly, and wake up to an empty cup and a note saying
| You were a good bitch to play with.
scary nights, I imagine.
control everything for me.
control what I eat. Make me go days without food and fuck me when I’m so tired.
Don’t cut me slack. Tell me I don’t need anything but you and your energy to live on. Then when you do feed me, remind me you’re the one who gifts it to me.
I wanna be so little that I become the most easily crushed thing. Voiceless, even. Nothing to say. Little dove who just sits in his palm waiting for her feathers to be ripped again.
Is it bad that I think that I need to be a little thing to my sadist to toss around?
The littler, the better.
If you could have any super power, what would it be?
Me:
Every damn day