[boneisthenewsexy]

Just a little reminder...

Saw this somewhere 🙃

[allicat572-blog]

Can't waaaaaaaiiitt until I have this. I will have this✨🌸

[rosejc]

Fat Friend

being the fat friend is gravitating toward the jewelry section on group shopping trips.

being the fat friend is ruining your shirt at a sleepover & having to borrow one from the host’s mum.

being the fat friend is sitting on the sidelines at pool parties, wearing a shirt and shorts and paddling your feet so no one can see your body.

being the fat friend is wearing oversized jumpers all year round so no one knows what your shape is.

being the fat friend is holding your stomach and elbows in when ever someone has to sit close.

being the fat friend is refusing snacks and drinks at every turn no matter how many others are eating.

being the fat friend is a free invitation for friends to make comments about your body.

being the fat friend is getting laughed at and not quite knowing why.

being the fat friend is paying attention to exactly how much everyone else has eaten at dinner and making sure you have less.

being the fat friend is sitting in silence while the smaller girls complain about their size.

being the fat friend is realizing that if they think that way about themselves, what do they think of me?

being the fat friend is going to bed coveting the hollow feeling in your stomach in the hopes it will make you pretty. make them like you. make you feel good.

being the fat friend beaks you, and makes you, and follows you forever.

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[br-o-ken-poetry]

me: hi-

my brain: you're ugly. just look at yourself in a mirror. no one is ever going to want you. you're going to die alone. get used to feeling lonely. it's all you'll ever know.

me: :/

[deadbyinsidee]

[myopressivedepression]

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[coffeeinme-deactivated20200803]

I am loving these ED barbie memes 🌸

[skelly-torrr]

Does anyone else’s body dysmorphia and eating disorder prevent them from have sex or dating anyone? I just wanna get close with someone some day but the thought of me undressing and them seeing me the way I see myself haunts me.

[vivafuoripersadentro-deactivate]

Reblog if you’re the fat friend🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏿‍♀️

-vivafuoripersadentro

[aspiringpolymath]

How to love a fat person.

“Can I get your number?”

“I had learned that I was undesirable to nearly anyone. Desire for a body like mine meant my partners were irrational, stupid, or resigned to settling for less than they wanted. In the years since college, I’d dated a wide range of people with few physical commonalities. Whatever their looks, I couldn’t trust their attraction. I shrank away from their touch, recoiling from their hands like hot iron. I turned down dates, believing their interest to be impossible or pathological. Any intimacy required vulnerability, and vulnerability led back to humiliation.”

Uggghhh, this is painfully good. I didn’t quote the line that made my heart stop and eyes fill with tears. Please, read it.

[sorrythisisallicanbe]

“If I have the feeling someone loses interest in me. Then I just isolate myself, build my walls up and let no one into my world.”

—

[im-m0llyy-blog]

[desolate-diagnosis]

Oh my God I am

DISGUSTING

😖🤢

[lostinthiswor1d]

[oatmilkcore]

here is the thing about being someone’s second choice.

everyone says it’s better than not even being someone’s choice at all, but it’s not.

see,

not being someone’s choice gives you closure. you know it’s not gonna happen; you know to move on, and it hurts but you know. but being a second choice?

it’s being held on by the smallest touch of hope, because maybe, (just maybe,) tomorrow might be the day they change their mind.

it’s abandoning your homework to comfort him after their latest fight, even though in the back of your mind you know he’s gonna make up with her tomorrow, and you’re probably better off finishing that essay.

it’s staying up late waiting to hear from him because what if?? it’s one of his bad nights?? while he goes straight to sleep without giving you a second thought.

it’s only existing when they’ve had a fight and he wants to talk to someone who he knows will drop everything for him.

it’s thinking maybe, maybe he’s finally over her and maybe it’ll finally be you then seeing him post a cute quote and just thinking, ‘oh.’

it’s painful, it’s repetitive, it’s an endless cycle. it sure as hell isn’t better than not being a choice at all. it’s constant dedication to the smallest hopes that it’ll be you

- even though you know it’ll never be you, don’t you? // w.m.m