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coffeeaangel

🍓🍒2021🍒🍓

blogs active in 2021, reblog ! starting the year by following people who actually post and keep me on track !

miffy-berry

if eating disorder..why fat? 😤😩

beingskinnyismydream1

Workouts You Can Do In Bed

To Get Rid Of The “Are You Pregnant?” Belly :

20 crunches

35 sit ups

10 full body crunches

50 crisscrosses

10 wide leg cross sit ups

20 leg raises

To Get Rid Of The Jello Like Thighs :

100 pillow squeezes

30 side leg lifts (Each side)

To Get That Bubble Butt :

40 butt bridges

25 lying kick backs (Each side)

50 clam lifts (Each side)

20 forward kicks (Each side)

30 knee tucks (Each side)

There is literally no reason why you shouldn’t be doing these workouts ESPECIALLY if you’re in bed. You can do this! You reach that UGW

Made by: ThisIsAnaMyFriend

takecare-bewell

if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘food’ labeling some good, some bad as i assign moral value to this grain of rice i might say ‘numbers’ counting, measuring, tracking calories, sizes, BMIs allthetimecalculating everysinglething if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘beauty’ complete devotion, idolization of the western standard begging for others’ envy i might say ‘attention’ desperately needing someone anyone, to notice me at all to see that i am unwell, to care if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘control’ the sick, sick result of discipline gone sour a curdling obsession i might say ‘guilt’ over being too big too plain too comfortable too needy too me if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘anger’ hating the injustice of living hating everything, everyone including myself i might say ‘pain’ a way to transpose the scars of my soul onto the body aching for congruence if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘minimalism’ my mind whirls like a run-on sentence and i can’t stand being wasteful so no thank you i don’t need anything at all really i might say ‘self-righteousness’ i’m parading the streets, declaring my holier-than-thouness because hey look! i’m better at dying than you if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘expectations’ i’ve been naturally small my entire life and now, but now i lose myself when i grow i might say ‘childhood’ reverting to my prepubescent body no breasts and when sex was just a word muddled with giggles if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say ‘addiction’ a habit that can’t be kicked craving the buzz, the high of manipulating my insides i might say ‘death’ i’m not that happy anyway so why not drive my body to the edge, tempting it to quit? if you asked me what my eating disorder is about i might say nothing because i do not know it’s not like it matters because you don’t ask because you don’t know either

—i don’t know, you don’t know, no one knows // 01.22.18

thinmoonchild

this is so beautiful it made me tear up

lovethatskinny

Everyone: you need a nutritious breakfast!

Me: 5 cigarettes and a black coffee is a breakfast, fight me

sadsknnybtch

i have two brain cells - one of them is depressed and the other has an eating disorder

my-skeletal-remains

xxlittleblueflowerxx

💛Sunshine💛

starvingxskinny

waking up to stars on the ceiling and bruises on pale skin and battered feet on & off the scale and almonds in ziploc baggies and bite marks on fingers and hair down the drain and measuring crunches by the spots left on the spine and enough water to drown organs and eating an apple with a knife and fork and battered feet on & off the scale and desperate hands clutching ribs and standing up & the world goes dark and carrying an emergency rice cake in your purse for weak spells and enough green tea to drown organs and how many calories are in toothpaste and whatever nail polish color covers yellow and battered feet on & off the scale and is today the day my heart gives out and how many calories do you burn when you sneeze and pillows squeezed between thighs and waking up in a new body everyday and fingers clasped around wrists and notebooks filled with numbers and purple crescents below the eyes and accidentally knocking your elbow on your hip bone and being afraid of your own reflection and i’m not hungry or i already ate or i’ll eat later or i don’t feel well and oxygen that tastes like splenda and battered feet on & off the scale

i’ve gained weight i feel so gross

yeatingdisorder

i want to be so skinny they refuse to take my blood for donation. i want to be so skinny people loudly tell me that i need a burger. i want to be so skinny people look at me twice because i used to be the fat, lonely kid.

i want to be the skinny kid who skips lunch in college still and drinks shitty instant coffee while studying. I want to be the skinny kid who always buys clothes in size xxs. i want to be the skinny kid that can wear a medium shirt and be swimming in it.

i want to be so small that no one notices me. i want to be so small that i take up barely any room. i want to be so small people dont move to make me more room.

i will be so tiny that i have to ask for a smaller size. i will be so tiny that i dont cry when offered a high calorie meal. i will be so tiny that im the smallest of the friend group.