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if you are trying to recover, please, get the fuck away from my blog.
the reason i have this blog is for my own motivation.
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@minimize-me
just a reminder
i. do. not. promote. eating. disorders. of. any. kind. whatsoever.
if you are trying to recover, please, get the fuck away from my blog.
the reason i have this blog is for my own motivation.
seek help: 1-800-931-2237
Did I ever get clean or was it just an extended break?
I always end up back here :)
my favorite conspiracy theory is that they regret what they did to me
My friend and I were changing in between things today and she just looks at me and goes: “I wish that I had stretch marks, I think they look cool”
I have never hated my body more
Recently I’ve felt so uncomfortable with even people I trust touching my body. It doesn’t matter how small, any physical touch just makes me feel like retreating into myself. All I can think is that they’re going to feel how fat I am or my rolls or anything. I hate this but I don’t know what to do
I sweare not a single soul on the planet knows about what I do to my body, the starving, the perging, the drink, the drugs, the menagerie of other horrible things I do to myself...no one who knows me in real life that is.
But I still feel constantly like I'm fine and I must be putting it on for attention and I must be faking it but who in their right mind would fake this life?
Oral surgeon: now you can’t eat for 8 hours before the surgery, I know it can be hard but it’s necessary
Me: Are you mocking me?
I just want to hear my stomach growl
Music to my ears honestly
i think the scariest thing is that i physically can’t eat like a normal person. I’m either eating way too much or way too little. There is no “normal” anymore.
FOOD IS NOT A BAND AID FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH
I’m prone to eating because of what I’m feeling.
FOOD IS NOT A BAND AID
FOOD WILL NOT SOLVE MY PROBLEMS
*repeat until cravings stop*
In three months from now, I will not be regretting the choices I make today. In three months, I will be proud of where my body is, and I will be more comfortable in my skin.
I’m claiming this today
I’m the fat friend. I always have been, but I won’t always be.
At this point, I’d rather just be alone. I’m tired of having to protect the people I care about from myself.
sorry mom, i got a small unpopular blog to run
Me: I’m really sad.
Me: Maybe this sad music will help.