[confessionsabouted]

14344) My dad yells at me for eating. My mom yells at me for not eating. I don't know what to do anymore.

[zombie-of-a-girl]

[lucifer-dwells-within-us-all]

[shittyteenagestuff-deactivated2]

[my-fragile-bones]

HG (holy grail) diet snack! Nutritious and only 25 calories a packet, I've been eating GimMe sesame seaweed snacks and they are pretty delicious. It's just for whenever I get unbearably hungry, cranky and low on energy, there is something to eat without guilt really. Also a good way to stay healthy when your calories are so restricted. Lately I've just been trying to eat rice, veggies, fruits and drink waters or teas without sugar. For my first month in college I noticed my weight has shifted to a more constant lower 120s instead of the higher 120s that it was before. I'm just going to chill about it for the next week since I have my period and avoid weighing myself (since it'll make me depressed and binge if I have gained) and try to sleep a lot and thankfully school is keeping me pretty busy so there is less time to just sit around wishing I had something to eat.

[callmeasin]

[applefreakingpie]

[l0n3ly-]

[imjust--better]

[iwillnevergetbetter-deactivated]

[suicide-is-my-father]

[staywithmeforevr]

[boys-and-suicide-deactivated201]

Maybe if I wasn’t so fat..

Me for anything (via boys-and-suicide)

[williamchapmanwritings]

I am so sick of being sick of who I am.

William Chapman (via dolenti)

[thezealotsblindfold]

[confessionsabouted]

9729) My sister and I both have been suffocated with anorexia since we were young. Whenever I'm shopping, my mother picks up a size x and says, "Look how tiny this is! This would fit your sister! You need a bigger size." My sister is 4 years older than me. Thanks mom. I've always wanted to be just like my big sister.

[my-fragile-bones]

Paranoid Girls Don't Feel Cute

She gave me the once over. You know the type. The shame inducing type that elicits a slight smirk from her while you recoil in embarrassment. Why is the fat girl even bothering to try to dress up, her eyes said it all. I went home and changed four times, but everything looked bad. Girls like me don't look good in anything. Tight clothes revealed fat rolls, baggy clothes made me look bulky and broad. The only escape was shrinking into nothingness one bitter day of hunger at a time, the only solution was wrapping myself in a cocoon of isolation until I emerged a broken butterfly with paper thin wings and bony appendages.