February 2012
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I just want to be pretty and skinny
and lovely and wonderful. I want to wear summer dresses and look really delicate, like with a touch I might break. I want porcelain skin and bright red cheeks, I want boys after me and flattering me and I want to be told I’m beautiful. I want to hear whispers about how thin I’m looking these days and I want people to worry, just a tiny bit. I want to feel wanted, for once. I want to...
I've never been this fat
gorgeousingivenchy:
i make plans and work my ass off then fuck up a whole week and end up fatter and unhappier. It doesn’t matter how much thinspo I try to look at or degrading thoughts I have, my mind says, eat, might as well. Your fat anyways. Thing is I have time to get my shit together for spring break but I just am not using it! GET IT TOGETHER!
My life.
my mind: you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat. you're so fucking fat.
me: I know
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here's what I'm gonna do
I’m only gonna have one bowl of chicken noodle soup every day.
which is like 120-160cal
and then only drink water and green tea.
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January 2012
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