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The end goal, really, is to have everything I denied myself for years.
Being skinny will give me everything I wanted.
I’ll no longer be ashamed to have pictures taken of me as I enjoy myself with my friends. I’ll finally wear those clothes I promised myself; mom jeans, bodycon dresses, lacy underwear. I’ll wear those pretty tights, those tiny ripped knee jeans. Ankle boots. And I’ll feel good, so good, because I know that I deserve it. I worked hard for it.
- waking up: telling myself I won't eat today
- weighing myself: loathing my weight and lack of progress
- showering: grabbing all my fat while imaging being skinny
- eating breakfast: doesn't happen
- eating lunch: doesn't happen
- throughout the day: constantly think about food
- eating dinner: binge... and binge some more
- purging: hating myself, promising I will never do it again
- going to sleep: imagining what it will it be like when Im skinny
- dreaming: having nightmares about eating and dreaming of skinny
- wake up and repeat.
Sometimes I feel good about myself. Then I walk past a mirror, and hate myself all over again.
Why did i let myself get this fat? I’m so ugly! i can feel my face getting fatter and fatter, and every time i look in the mirror i get more and more upset. I’m disgusting. I hate myself so much and just want to hide or die.
Control
I starve myself for control because nothing else I do is good enough. This gives me a purpose and a reason to push myself. I will never be the best or the smartest and everything bad is always my fault, but this gives me the control to chose who is the thinnest and I love it.
Control
I starve myself for control because nothing else I do is good enough. This gives me a purpose and a reason to push myself. I will never be the best or the smartest and everything bad is always my fault, but this gives me the control to chose who is the thinnest and I love it.
Sometimes I feel good about myself. Then I walk past a mirror, and hate myself all over again.
How I distract myself from eating
-paint
-listen to music
-sleep
-browse the Internet
-go on tumblr
-look at meanspo/thinspo
-wrote in a dairy
-write stories in general
-daydream
-watch YouTube
-read
-clean my room
-do laundry
-take a shower
-make my bed
-sing
-watch a movie
-go on social medias
-look at myself (that makes me lose my appetite)
-try new makeup
-look at amazon for things I can wear when I’m skinny
-exercise
-draw
-call someone
-think about my life
-tell myself what I’m doing wrong and how to fix it
-tell myself food is for the weak
