I donât think you can do it. - Very long m3ansp0 that isnât about your weight.
This is some m34nsp0 with a theme on the idea of being wannarexic - the idea isnât based on your weight, rather behaviours. Itâs not gonna be âfaty loose wait đ¤Źđ¤Źâ basically.
Hey, you. I see you scrolling through tumblr, past posts of thÂĄnspo and b0dychecks. People venting about their hatred of themselves, their nature of overeating, their lack of a thigh gap, whatever else.
You think youâre better, because at least you donât voice those issues yourself. But letâs face the truth: I donât think you can do it.
I donât know you, but I know your habits.
I know you probably have a high limit of calories to eat in a day that youâve managed to convince yourself is starvation. Iâm guessing itâs over 800.
I know you cringe when you notice yourself scarfing down a meal with your friends or family at an unnecessary speed, but you donât have the control to stop yourself. I know those around you see it too and feel just as embarrassed.
And back to your limit, Iâm sure itâs not enough for you. Iâm sure you binge every other day. Maybe youâve been in that cycle for a while, hm?
And on the topic of binging. Iâm sure youâre familiar with the feeling of opening tumblr mid session, and you see all these posts validating that âanorexics binge too â¤ď¸â and that you must be ill. So you keep going. Your heart aches more than your stomach by night knowing that youâll never be in control like this. But of course. Anorexics binge too, right?
I know you walk past your kitchen and see leftovers out and canât help but take one bite. And one bite turns into two, then three, and all of a sudden youâve eaten the whole thing.
I know you say that anything greenâs calories doesnât count even though you barely can stomach a piece of lettuce. I know that most calories you consume arenât counted for.
Above all. I know youâre infatuated with the idea of sickness. You see these ultra thin women and think about how youâd be noticed if you were that skinny. You want the attention. I donât blame you. I want the attention too.
You make too much fuss over your illnesses when you get them. You insist you have to eat when you feel like youâre about to puke your guts out.
You aspire to be the most messed up you can be. You, in fact, say you are. But youâre embarrassing yourself.
Everyone can see that you canât fast for even half the day. Even if youâre not that fat, youâd be given heavy side eye for even suggesting you skipped a meal. Your nature doesnât allow for it. You arenât strong enough. I donât think you can do it.
So prove me wrong. Put down that food. Go on a walk. Show me, show yourself, that youâre truly sick.
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