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- In the past, my friends used to video chat with me, and I would ALWAYS be eating something, and they kept laughing and joking about how much I ate. It made me feel like complete, utter shit. And I donāt ever want to feel like that again.Ā
- No one ever looks at me like you look at attractive people. Everyone always looks at my friends, my skinny, beautiful, worthy friends. Iām clearly the fatĀ āduffā in the group.Ā
- No one ever invites me to things because Iām theĀ āuglyā last choice.
- I donāt want to feel so fat anymore. I want to feel weightless
- I want people to see that I can be skinny, pretty and better than them all.Ā
- I will prove everyone wrong.Ā
- People will get crushes on me
- I will finally be worth something.Ā
- I will finally be happy with myself
- I will finally love myself
- others will adore me.
- I will make my family proud
I do not ever see why not.
by the end of this month, iāll be skinny.
Okay you guys, this is it. Iām getting back on the wagon. I miss waking up every morning excited to be down another pound (or even two!). I miss looking down at my feet and seeing my flat stomach. I miss the feeling of my clothes fitting better. I miss feeling pretty.
Iām going to go back to eating 1200 cals (or less) every day, and hopefully by October Iāll be back to my LW of 138 lbs. I really want to do this right.
Iām also really sad that I stopped restricting in the first place. While I understand that I needed to eat properly to perform well on my finals, I wish I had just upped my intake to maintenance or something instead of going all out and binging every day. (I did get really good grades though, so at least thereās thatā¦)
Note to self: if you feel like you canāt stand it anymore, DONāT JUST LET EVERYTHING GO. Donāt throw away all the progress you made. Just up your calorie intake a little and be a little looser with yourself. Youāll be thankful that you didnāt stop.
me: *obsessively weighs myself* me: *counts every calorie* me: *fasts for 24+ hours regularly* me: *lies about eating to loved ones* also me: I donāt have an eating disorder, iām faking it
I know this is an old pic that most of you probably already know but itās my favorite thinspo ever srsly look at her legs ugh
Currently doing my cardio ( bike ) I have two more hours to go so Iām watching youtube videos at the same time xx
I really need to see more content since Iām starting the blog over, so please reblog this if youāre an active thinspo blog so I can follow you!
Will u ever do a bodycheck maybe? Bc ur my ugw and same height but you're still unhappy w/ ur body. You're really skinny looking at statsš
Iāll try to yeah but I suck zt tzking good picks haha xx
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They are not pretty like the thinspo. Itās not high-waisted shorts, crop tops, and thigh high socks. Itās not cute clothes, compliments, and delicate skin. Itās not looking hot in coffee shops, fitting into tight spaces, and being able to be lifted. Itās not polite āNo thank youās and dainty shakes of the head. Thatās not what and it is.Ā
Itās leaning over a toilet and throwing up the calorie filled chicken parm your mom made especially for you. Itās closing yourself off from entire events if there is even a chance of food. Itās crying in the bathroom when you only dropped five pounds that week when you needed seven. Itās looking in the mirror and seeing every bone and still believing youāre not skinny enough. Itās seeing clothes you were never able to wear before but still wanting to be a size 0. Itās freezing cold showers that make your fingers numb. Itās sleepless nights because your bones make it uncomfortable to lay down. Itās unconsciously pinching and pulling at your body in public. Itās seeing the bump on your lower abdomenĀ and believing that itās all fat. Itās thinking about getting a rib removed so you can look thinner. Itās lonely weekends because your friends want to go to the movies and out to eat but itās your fasting day and canāt be stopped now. Itās under eye bags and fragile limbs. Itās smiling and saying no when we want to stuff our faces. Itās passing out because we havenāt eaten for a week. Itās trying to deceive the doctor into thinking that our small frame could really hold 130 pounds. Itās painful. Itās scary. It seems like it will never end. We tell ourselves weāll stop here but, in the back of our minds, weāre not sure if we can. Itās hating everything about yourself and only feeling like youāre worth something when youāre not eating. Itās low electrolytes, a raw throat, and scarred fingers. Itās exercising until you want to faint. Itās being terrified that your weight will shoot up if you eat one chip. Itās 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.Ā
There are so many other eating disorders a person could go through and theyāre all hell. Ask someone if they really love what theyāre doing. Most if not all the time a person will say they hate it. Itās killing yourselfĀ and we know it. But here we are. So no. EDs are not pretty. Donāt ask me to teach you to get one.
(Iām sorry but Iāve actually been asked in real life and on the internet how to become anorexic or bulimic. And I hate it. They think itās 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 Iām tired. DONāT 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.)
āØimagine the way all the girls in your class will look at you on the first day of school when you will be so skinny; and how they will ask for tips and your meal plans. āØthe look in your favorite teacherās eyes when he will see that you got so thin and look so frail āØhow proud your mom is going to be that you lost a lot of weight and she wonāt have to tell you that you are fat every single day āØthe ability to act frail and dainty āØthe way you will be able to dress since everything in the store suits your tiny, little body āØhow you will walk on the street in the winter when everybody looks so fat in those clothes, but you are so skinny that you will look good even then āØearning the appreciation of your siblings because they have always told you to lose weight, even if they are overweight. but everyone has expectations from you. donāt ruin it. āØnot feeling bad when she/he runs her/his hand on your stomach ⨠THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE: BEING ABLE TO FEEL GOOD IN YOUR OWN SKIN.
Thinspiration Thursday is here!
This weekās theme is before & after
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Iām envious.
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