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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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Strade: Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz

I’m all here for the girls constantly pulling their mirrors out of their designer bag and checking their gloss, reapplying and pouting. The girls who spend forever in the bathroom staring at themselves, playing with their hair. The girls who love wearing falsies 24/7. All that extraness and vanity. I eat it up.

r e b l o g (i f)

food consumes every thought

you feel heavy and just. so fucking disgusting.

you want to feel the hunger

gaining weight is one of your biggest fears

you want to be that friend who’s perfect

you just want it all to melt off right now.

Annihilation (2018) Directed by Alex Garland

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some self thinspo.

it’s August. you wake up, arms lifting high above your head, towards the front of the bed, in a gentle yawn. you note their weightlessness, how easy it is to wrap a full hand around the other. your fingers, once plump, are now bony — you can see the pink of your knuckles blush vibrantly against the paleness of the rest of the hand, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window.

you turn over, and suddenly it all comes rushing back towards you. it’s the first day of college. last night, you and your roommate chatted for hours about your similarities, and for once, you’re not jealous. you look at her, and see yourself — you are both beautiful. skinny. her body and beauty are not a threat to you. you are finally one of the pretty ones. you belong in a room with her.

while she sleeps, you rise and dress for the unusually chill morning. finally, you can wear skirts; your thighs don’t rub against one another as they used to, and they don’t split runs in the pristine white tights that cover them so elegantly. you slip on a blouse; it too is white and thin, but there’s nothing to see behind it. your fat rolls don’t press against the fabric, and the only thing sticking out are your collarbones. over it you layer a cardigan, and pull the sleeves up over your sharp elbows. despite the chill weather, you intend to show off the wrists you worked so hard for off.

you then move to the bathroom, to brush your hair and teeth. makeup isn’t necessary, you’re already near-perfect just by your weight. but today, you slide a single swab of lipgloss across your lips, and a bit of mascara across your eyelashes.

god, you’re so ethereal.

as you walk out the door with your bag, you appreciate the lightness of your steps. for the first time in forever, you are confident. you are ready to take on the world. and you are skinny.

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