The Silence In A Room While Taking A Quiz: ----

Person: what’s your secret to weight loss?!

Me: i’m not sponsored or anything but I use ED™ at the low price of my life!

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

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

how come no one talks about those days where your mental health just crashes down randomly and you start feeling ashamed of yourself because you were doing so good and now you feel like a complete failure because you can’t figure out where you went wrong.

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.

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.’

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

15.4.19

ate 1059

burnt 832

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 👯