I Wish To Lose 20 Pounds

leggies lookin’ good too

so you binged

sit down. relax. breathe.

what the fuck is wrong with you, you fat pig. do you think that helped at all? HELL NO. YOU JUST PUSHED YOURSELF BACK BY AT LEAST A WEEK.

purge. can’t? then you better exercise until you feel like you’re gonna pass out.

i can’t believe you. what did you fucking gain from stuffing your fat pie hole? NOTHING. just more weight for you to lose.

you better drink a fuck ton of water. flush that shit out of your goddamn system. or better yet, do nothing. since you clearly don’t give a fuck & think binging is okay?

you want to be thin?

quit fucking it up.

It’s only ten days, what do you have to lose …. other than ten pounds?

I am scary about reaching my UGW

Okay, now we are doing everything to reach our ultimate weight goal🔐. We are dreaming about that wonderful day when the scale starts to show those numbers ⏱, we count every single calorie in food, we count our steps 👣, we exercise daily till we pass out 💪, we do 12, 24, 36, 72 hours of fasting regularity. We starving ourselves and working so freaking hard just for reaching our UGW😷. And when we will do that, we know, we will be fully happy. But what’s next? Are we going to start eating normally? I think not. We will be really scary to get back where we started. But also we won’t be able to continue our starving, because none of us want to be in hospital’s bed 🏥. So, that’s why I am little bit nervous about reaching my UGW. I want it so bad but also I am frightened. Endless diets, numbers, calories is my life, everything I have, all my dreams and nightmares. I just forgot how normal people live. How the hell I will live without trying to get skinnier and skinnier? Does my life would still have the meaning when I stop starving myself? So, do you ever try to imagine your future life and feel a bit scary about it, or it’s just me? 😣

Anorexia And Bulimia Are Not Pretty

They are not pretty like the thinspo. It’s not high-waisted shorts, crop tops, and thigh high socks. It’s not cute clothes, compliments, and delicate skin. It’s not looking hot in coffee shops, fitting into tight spaces, and being able to be lifted. It’s not polite “No thank you”s and dainty shakes of the head. That’s not what and it is. 

It’s leaning over a toilet and throwing up the calorie filled chicken parm your mom made especially for you. It’s closing yourself off from entire events if there is even a chance of food. It’s crying in the bathroom when you only dropped five pounds that week when you needed seven. It’s looking in the mirror and seeing every bone and still believing you’re not skinny enough. It’s seeing clothes you were never able to wear before but still wanting to be a size 0. It’s freezing cold showers that make your fingers numb. It’s sleepless nights because your bones make it uncomfortable to lay down. It’s unconsciously pinching and pulling at your body in public. It’s seeing the bump on your lower abdomen and believing that it’s all fat. It’s thinking about getting a rib removed so you can look thinner. It’s lonely weekends because your friends want to go to the movies and out to eat but it’s your fasting day and can’t be stopped now. It’s under eye bags and fragile limbs. It’s smiling and saying no when we want to stuff our faces. It’s passing out because we haven’t eaten for a week. It’s trying to deceive the doctor into thinking that our small frame could really hold 130 pounds. It’s painful. It’s scary. It seems like it will never end. We tell ourselves we’ll stop here but, in the back of our minds, we’re not sure if we can. It’s hating everything about yourself and only feeling like you’re worth something when you’re not eating. It’s low electrolytes, a raw throat, and scarred fingers. It’s exercising until you want to faint. It’s being terrified that your weight will shoot up if you eat one chip. It’s scarfing down five servings of something to make the pain go away and crying for hours after. And this is not even the half of it. 

There are so many other eating disorders a person could go through and they’re all hell. Ask someone if they really love what they’re doing. Most if not all the time a person will say they hate it. It’s killing yourself and we know it. But here we are. So no. EDs are not pretty. Don’t ask me to teach you to get one.

(I’m sorry but I’ve actually been asked in real life and on the internet how to become anorexic or bulimic. And I hate it. They think it’s an amazing thing. An amazing way to drop a few pound in a month and get off once they drop a size. I just needed to rant about it a bit cause I’m tired. DON’T ASK ME HOW TO GET AN ED I WILL NOT TELL YOU! I would not give an ed to my worst enemy. So I will certainly not give the tools to a friend or even a stranger.)

you know you’re fucked when you count eating normally as binging

Currently doing my cardio ( bike ) I have two more hours to go so I’m watching youtube videos at the same time xx

is there anyone else who uses their family as reverse thinspo? I feel so bad about it but it encourages me to eat better and exercise so I don’t get overweight like them

how do yall just… drink soda every day??? how do you do that?? like… that doesnt hurt?