"dont Talk To Ana Coaches, Theyre Just Perverts That Want To Talk Advantage Of You!" Promise?? Pretty

Men fat shaming me and degrading my body makes me wet lol

Thinking about how hot it would be for a man to control my diet. Tell me how pretty I could be if I lost weight. How lucky I am he fucks me looking the way I do.

For him to record all my food intake and make me workout (naked of course), telling me how sexy I could be if I keep it up.

When I start losing weight he brings over new friends, telling me they wouldn’t have fucked me before but I’m getting so much hotter. Getting me used to the attention until I’m a skinny waist huge tits bimbo like I was meant to be. Walking down the street wearing nothing because my body is a work of art to show off. He can do whatever he wants to me now because my body is his. He shaped it, it’s his property now 😛

I've always had this fantasy where someone owned me kept me locked up in a house and I could only eat whatever they give me, small amounts, cum mostly, forcing me to starve. I'd get rewarded anytime I lost some weight but if I'd be stuck or gained any, gave any attitude etc, I'd be punished, spankings, rough fucking tied up for a day or two. I'd never be allowed to wear more than underwear and a bra maybe not even that. Being shaped into the perfect girl body and attitude by my captor is just so hot. Everything controlled by them. Maybe I'd be allowed to go into public again once they deemed my body decent enough but they'd have me wear whatever they liked I'd have a vibrator in, maybe my ass would be plugged as well. Just everything little detail planned all by whoever kept me.

girls who were raised to not talk to strangers who are now rubbing their clit frantically to perverts in their dms >>>

You stare at the mirror and hate what you see, but you won’t do what it takes to change.

That’s not anyone’s fault but your own.

You can cry, you can complain, but none of that will save you from the body you’re trapped in.

You put yourself here—every bite, every excuse, every moment of weakness—it’s all on you.

And you know what it takes to fix it, but you’re too spineless to do it.

Do you think the body you want will magically appear if you keep giving in? It won’t.

Every bite you take is a betrayal of the life you could have, the version of yourself that you could be.

You’re throwing away the future you claim to want just because you couldn’t handle a little discomfort.

Stop lying to yourself. You’re not trying. Trying means sacrifice, and you refuse to make it.

So here’s the truth: you can have what you want, but not like this.

Not while you let food win.

Not while you keep breaking promises to yourself.

Sacrifice or stay ugly—it’s your choice. And right now, you’re choosing wrong.

You’re choosing failure. And if you keep this up, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself when you’re still looking at the same disgusting reflection tomorrow.

Running her life. Controlling every aspect of her and her body. What she eats, when she eats, how thin she is, when she works out, how much muscle she has, where that muscle is. What she wears, how she does her makeup, how much water she drinks, everything. I'll make her into the perfect little toy for me

Forced intox but it comes off so sweet and encouraging

“You can take another shot, right princess?” “Is your glass empty? Let me get you some more!” and subtlety pushing you past your limit. Then when I’m fuzzy headed and blurry visioned, you guide me into the bedroom. “I’m just gonna take care of you, okay baby girl?” And then taking your hands and removing my clothes. “Shhh, I got you. This is gonna feel good.” As you put me down on the bed and slide into me.

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the only useful kind of depression is the one that makes you lose your appetite

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