ned

blogging from a bin in the street

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HELLO welcome to my blog!

he/him

most of my blog is shitposting and vents. if you find me triggering blog me. (if my account gets deleted i make a new one, like most people here. you do nothing reporting us)

information about me

i've had an ED for about 2 years now, i developed it July 2020, stopped restricting in september that year, and relapsed May 2021.

my main motivation is to loose my period.

im transgender, which is part of why i have an ED.

i am open about the fact i used to have an ED to my parents, and they know im loosing weight rn. its a good way of hiding it being an overweight guy

thanks for reading!

stats under cut

height: 5ft 8

sw: 16st 7lb, 105kg, 231lbs, bmi 36.2

gw1: 15st 7lb, 98kg, 217lbs, bmi 34

gw2: 14st 7lb, 92kg, 203lbs, bmi 31.8

cw: 13st 8lb, 86.4kg, 190lbs, bmi 28.8

ngw: 13st 7lb, 86kg, 189lbs, bmi 28.6

gw4: 12st 7lb, 79.4kg, 175lbs, bmi 26.5

gw5: 11st 7lb, 73kg, 160lbs, bmi 24.3

gw6: 10st 7lb, 66.7kg, 147lbs, bmi 22.2

gw7: 9st 7lb, 60.3kg, 133lbs, bmi 20.1

gw8: 8st 7lb, 54kg, 119lbs, bmi 18

gw9: 8st, 50.8kg, 112lbs, bmi 16.9 (will go lower but 10 is enough for now)

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hehe im writing a monologue about being trans cause its quarter to 11.

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SAID MONOLOGUE

. . .

Riddle

Im like a catapillar. Im born a pest, something ugly, something greedy, something to kill, something that takes. Then I hide. I become who I'm meant to be and suddenly people care, cause none o' the catapillar is left.

In reality a catapillars scared. The world could make one little decision then stamp on me. Ending my life. To the point I look at all humans and think they could kill me. That I might not be walking home tonight. My life could end on a simple trip from a to b. Who would kill a butterfly? There's no reason to, they flitter around without a care in the world. But why don't they realise the butterfly is just a transitioned catapillar.

To be fair I hate it. I hate that just cause you were born in the body your adult self is happy in, it gives you the right to judge us. Us who have lived our lives dreaming and hoping we get to the point of having a cacoon. You don't even have to think about cacoons. How much time must I waste thinking about a bloody cacoon.

You can spend your time thinking about so much more. I'm so jealous.

What Am I?

- written by ned

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hehe im writing a monologue about being trans cause its quarter to 11.

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coping

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he died </3

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[wootwona]

since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the enby spectrum!

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i found a close to full pack of fags on the floor.

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swam <3 i love swimming. the lil bulimic in me gets so excited cause it burns a shit ton

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tw cal log

jesus christ my legs are dead.

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it is what it is

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it is what it is

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im cold.

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guess im not sleeping tonougjt.

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FUCK I FORGOT MY SLEEP PILLS.

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being scared of someone out of idolisation is so weird.

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i met some people i met a long time ago and one of them had a photo of me two months into my ED. I WAS SO FAT. i looked like mfing pugsley.