Most thinspo imagines are so disgustingly unrealistic. look, it's absolutely fine to post thinspo related things but let's not pretend like our goal to be underweight will be a damn success story with a happy ending.
We all should at least aknowledge that ed's are not glamorous and we will never have the energy to get out of bed early with a smile on our fucking faces, if anything, we'd miserably get up for coffee/tea and then go straight back to sleep feeling like hell. we will NOT have the brain power to study, dance our 🌼dAiNtY🌼little bodies around to a stupid vinal all ✨aeshtetically 🎇or be happy everytime we see our reflection with our "perfect" hair and "pOrCliNe" skin. Our friends will NOT be jealous nomatter how many times you tell it to yourself it will be concern and pitty and btw don't go thinkin' clothes shopping with them will make you feel confident. You're trippin'
i totally agree with this.
and like... this shit is miserable. i’m not doing it for people to be jealous or envious of me (and seriously what the fuck is up with people craving this so badly?!). like i’ve been around skinny people. my sibling is skinny. NONE OF THIS SHIT EVER HAPPENS???? like they live a normal life like me and everyone else. the occasional “you’re gonna blow away in the wind” comments but literally everything the same. i’ve had friends who were skinny. everyone doesn’t gaze with awe as they walk past.
like yeah it’s so unrealistic it’s crazy lol. like sure eventually i’ll be skinny, but i won’t stop being miserable. i’ve accepted that this is something i’ll likely struggle with forever. i’ll never get to my gw and suddenly ... stop caring. i’ll always care. nothing i do will be careless. i won’t effortless glide out of bed looking perfect in my silky nightgown, then sashay into the kitchen to elegantly make myself a cup of black coffee (🤢) like nah i’ll roll out of bed the same way i do now, but it’ll just be easier to lift myself off the bed once i’m lighter lol. i’ll still have frizzy messy hair in the morning, i’ll still likely sleep in oversized t-shirts and shorts, like i do now.
like this shit isn’t a cutesy little lifestyle switch. it’s a fucking disorder.
