Ho ho holyshit I need to lose weight before christmas
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Secrets like depression, eating disorders, self harm, or anything, are hard to keep. It’s hard because you want someone to know. You want them to ask why you’re sad, why you won’t eat, what happend to your wrists, or legs. And as good as it feels to let it out, you regret it immediately.
Binge. Purge. Starve. Repeat. The things I could’ve accomplished with all the time and energy I put into my eating disorder breaks my heart.
When you’ve been sad for so long pain becomes addicting, all this suffering becomes the only thing you can feel, the only thing you’ll ever feel, and at this point you just want to keep falling even if you’ve already hit the ground