To wiggle my hands between my legs when I feel drunk and self conscious.

Okay. Okay. I fucking love Downton Abbey and nothing will ever change that.

1. I don’t find my body beautiful in any way, shape, or form. Or my face, for that matter. I wish I could finally be in a place in which I can love my body for how I see it, but that will only come after lots and lots of starving, purging, and escaping from the fat that drowns my bones. But thank you, love. Thank you so much.
2. My tattoo (I have another on my shoulder, and I’m planning a side piece! Yay!) is a dove made out of the Arabic words for “love” and “peace” and says “Life is Beautiful” below it.
3. That “once all I wanted was a thigh gap” picture has 41 notes now. How? Just, how? I’m ick.

Fat girl is fat.

Fat girl is fat.

I am sick of being this worthless. Of being trapped in this body. Of hurting the people I love so much.
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Everything about me is repulsive.

Once upon a time all I wanted was a thigh gap. Then all I wanted was a bigger one. It never stops.

forever reblog

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Always obsessing. Never enough.

faceless-bones:

SHOULDER BLADES. Ugh… that kind of night.

I am in love with this image.

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Back to campus for winter term. Which means nothing but drugs and starving.
Starving and drugs.
Maybe it will kill me and maybe it won’t.
And maybe it will.
Drugs and starving. Amen.

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