“skip Dinner And Become Thinner” More Like “skip Dinner And You Have An Eating Disorder Please

Reminder:

Eating is good

Three meals is not too much

It’s okay to eat “unhealthy” foods

You do not need to purge to feel better

Eating is healthy

You deserve to be healthy

Eating is good.

Them: you wont like yourself better just cause your skinny. Skinny isn't magic!

Me: but ive never tried so...

buying peaches is so stressful because you have to consume them so quickly…it’s like the moment the cashier types in that number the alpha peach turns to its brothers in the bags and says “alright listen up boys, it’s time to remember your training. i want to see immense bruising by sundown. i want to see you near inedible by sunrise. remember it is better to die a free man than to be eaten.” you gotta wolf down all of your peaches at the check out counter while the trader joe’s employees eagerly look at the Peach Consumption Countdown Clock and cheer you on. these peaches have sensors on them that can tell when they come into contact with human hands so they can begin their self-destruct sequence like you’re in a spy movie and the peach just relayed a message to you about the whereabouts of jimmy hoffa’s decayed remains

10,000 reblogs and I will translate the script of Bee Movie into a language that I will invent solely for this purpose

Do you ever panic because summer is coming up fast and you’re still a whale

Friendly reminder that mental illness fucks with your head and that your thoughts and feelings are not facts. Feeling alone does not equal that you actually are alone. Feeling worthless does not equal that you’re actually worthless. Feeling unlovable does not equal that you’re actually unlovable. Feeling hopeless does not equal that there’s no hope. So please don’t treat the negative feelings and beliefs caused by your mental illness as facts. Question them. Challenge them. Remind yourself that not everything you think and feel actually corresponds with the facts of the situation.

Me at my stomach:

Shut the fuck up

Don’t think about defeating your eating disorder. Think about spiteing it. Every single time you decide you are worth enough to eat, (or your body decides that in the form of a “binge”) your eating disorder takes a hit. You have essentially held the middle finger to the disorder. You drew tiny dicks over Ana and Mia’s stupid little meal plan diary of torture they had for you. You popped bubblegum into their stupid faces. You tied their shoes together and laughed as they fell. Every time you eat you spite them more and more. You are doing the lords work. In those moments, you hold the power over them. Recovery isn’t a grand game-of-thrones final battle, but a series of small victories that you wag over your disorders head. And you control your victory. So drag them sisters 👯

fuck