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Not wanting to eat in front of anyone because it makes you anxious

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Only wanting to eat in front of people so your eating habits look normal

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Wanting everyone to think you don’t eat anything

Reblog if you started worrying about the way you look before you were even 16.

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me, to myself: it’s fine if you eat. It’s fine if you mess up and gain a little back. You’re fine, it’ll be a-okay, it’s all good kid.

My ed:

Anyone get that “my childhood was stolen and it’s not fair” kind of angry

[This is only about childhood abuse ty]

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

Me: but ive never tried so...

I gave up on 'food blogging' so I'll just post these from now on

I'm starting a new diet surprise surprise hopefully I stick to this time the rules are:

>900 calories

no chocolate

no sweets

no fizzy drinks

work out 3 times a week at least

don't be in red

Burn off any unplanned food

drink alot of water

I've been eating like really weird so I'm making my calorie limit pretty high so I can get used to it I'll lower it every week if I succeed

I love this

i’m tired of seeing memes for shit i’ve never fucking heard of so here’s some memes for a piece of media that doesn’t fucking exist. fuck you.

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’