I do
5’1 | 18 | SW: 135 | CW: 110 | GW: 100 | UGW: 90 🌱
I do
Daily
Hourly
I’m crying now
Constantly
I do
Daily
Hourly
I’m crying now
Constantly
Body check today
5’1 // 114 lbs
May 12
•Filling empty teabags with weight loss tea
•Hating my appearance
•Watching movies about anorexia to trigger myself
•Talking to my ana buddies
•Looking at thinspo for hours
•Sleeping to avoid eating
•Obsessively stretching
•Comparing myself to other people
•Thinking about how I’m not sick enough
•Writing texts, stories, poems about anorexia and what it would be like if I were thin
•Cursing my genes for making me both fat and anorexic
Edits: •Crying over my weight
•Body checking at every mirror I see
•Filling empty teabags with weight loss tea
•Hating my appearance
•Watching movies about anorexia to trigger myself
•Talking to my ana buddies
•Looking at thinspo for hours
•Sleeping to avoid eating
•Obsessively stretching
•Comparing myself to other people
•Thinking about how I’m not sick enough
•Writing texts, stories, poems about anorexia and what it would be like if I were thin
•Cursing my genes for making me both fat and anorexic
Edits: •Crying over my weight
•Body checking at every mirror I see
What’s this weight loss tea?
😂
Someday I will be thin.
Someday people will envy me.
Someday people will look up to me.
Someday people will ask me for pro advice.
Someday I will be pretty.
Someday I will be beautiful.
Someday I won’t be a monster.
Someday I won’t take up all the room.
Somday I won’t be the last person to finish the two mile run.
Somday I will be so skinny people will actually care if I don’t eat.
Somday I will be able to skip lunch without feeling hungry
Somday I won’t be fat.
Somday I will look hot in a bathing suit.
Somday guys will look at me.
Somday people will approach me without judging.
Someday I will be skinny.
Add on****
Somday I won’t feel like the fat friend.
Imagine your tiny little waist. Fitting your hands around your stomach and struggling to find jeans tight enough to stay up.
Imagine your thighs. Not touching for days until you finally cross your legs. Imagine forgetting the feeling of your thighs touching eachother.
Imagine your shins being unable to hold up socks. Knee highs gliding over your legs and lower thighs without touching an ounce of fat.
Imagine your hip bones. Not only being visable, but being the largest part of your torso. Wearing skin tight dresses that don’t come out at the stomach, but rather the two bones that causes every other persons heart to break in envy.
Imagine your arms. Fitting one hand, finger to finger, around the largest part of them. Wearing tight, long sleeved shirts that look like they must be a men’s size large from how baggy they look on you.
Imagine your dainty hands. Long, slim fingers with delicate wrists to match. How graceful they will look, instead of like sausage rolls, when you type and fiddle.
Imagine your back and collar bones. Finally free from all the fat you’ve had to carry. Being able to feel the sunlight inside your bones, being able to count every bone with ease.
Finally, imagine your face. Imagine high and sharp cheekbones that you used to suck your cheeks in pretending to have. Imagine your jawline, your big eyes, and your tiny nose.
Now ask yourself again if you really want to eat.
the only good “imagine”
Imagine not having to imagine
Tumblr won’t let us look for blogs with the search words “thinspo” and “skinny”… but I still want to find you and follow you!
i do not want to lose weight. i will lose weight.
no more fucking procrastinating. no more binging and crying afterwards. I NEED TO BE THIN. AND I WILL BE THIN.
i think the worst part of trying to lose weight, no matter where you’re starting from, is that it’s so internal.
i walk around knowing that i’m slowly losing weight, but everyone else just sees where i’m at right this second. they just see me as the fat girl.
i wish i could disappear until i’m thin. i don’t want to be seen until i’m thin.