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I’m so far away. So fucking far away from what I want. What I need. And what I need is to be skinny. I don’t care if I lose the tits and ass that my boyfriend loves. I don’t care if he gets angry. He should be ashamed of me. I’m disgusting. I’m a fat, worthless pig. I try to have control every morning. It starts with breakfast. My “friends” comment on what I eat. Even if it’s just, “Oh, you’re not eating today?” “Oh, you’re eating something different?” God forbid I change things up to be healthier. God forbid I try to starve myself. Could they fucking keep their noses out of my business? Of course not. Then the hours tear on. Lunch is usually okay. I try to eat some celery and water on my strong days. Salad and an apple on a weak day. I don’t want to fucking talk about my weak, weak, pathetic days. But even if I had control that morning, I can’t keep it. Because classes end, and then I have two free hours until dinner. Hunger screams at me, and I listen. Foolish, horrid beast that I am; I listen. I give in and I cave. Today already sucked, right? Guess I should go crazy and binge right? But shit, now I have to purge. Oh wait, I go to boarding school. The bathrooms have individual stalls, meaning that anyone could walk in and hear me. And after years of puking, I can’t be quiet yet. So I take 7 laxatives and pray that I’ll get it all out. After hours of pain, I finally sleep. Get up early, head to the gym. Sweat and cry and pinch my fat. Realize how red my face is, how shallow my breathing. Fat. Disgusting. Stupid. Pig.
I’ll never be good enough. I’m young. I need to be happy. I need to starve. I need to eat. I need perfection. I don’t just want it. It is in my soul, my bones. My heart.
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Picture Perfect
these bright lights have turned her to stone
she is no longer whole
she’s bitten, clawed, and crawled
her way to the top
and all that’s left
is a fall
she tumbles and turns
her icy body shattering
her frail bones breaking
no photoshop could hide those bruises
those scars
she can plaster on a smile
but she’s turned to stone
her heart is cold
she is done
finished
the fall is complete
and as she struts down the runway
you can see the hollowness in her eyes
searching
hoping
wanting
to climb back up
and reach perfection
but perfection has long been
out of her reach
(Source: day47, via abnormalitea-deactivated2012020)
(Source: lovelybonesana)
Dear body, I am sorry. I am sorry for how I treated you. For how I lazed around on the computer all day. For how I filled you with things that made you ache. But I promise to do better. I promise to treat you right. To fill you with vitamins and nutrients. My crunchy food will be carrots, not chips. My sweet snack will be peaches, not a candy bar. My eggs will make omelets, not cakes. I will take you out for runs and work your muscles. And in the end you will thank me. You will carry me wherever I need to go. You will fill me with confidence and help build my self-esteem. So, body, what do you say? Is it a deal?
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