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35 til thin
I've got thirty pounds to lose until I'm thin again. Thin til my bones breakthrough. I did it before. This is my journey back there. ------- --------- SW: 160 CW: 160 UGW:125 Deadline: July 11th 2012
Challenge: Lose 20 pounds in 2 weeks.
Ya. Sounds insane. But out of no where I’m seeing the guy I was trying to get thin for, and guess what, I weight 18 MORE pounds than when I met him. I’m fucking screwed that from now until March 14, I have a cal limit of 0 - before exercise. Ya, I’m fasting, and I know I’m going to fuck myself over but I just don’t want this body anymore. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror anymore.
Reblogged from can you help me please?
I’m sorry i’m not skinny enough. I’m sorry i’m not pretty enough. I’m sorry my legs aren’t long enough. I’m sorry i’m not funny enough. I’m sorry i’m not smart enough. I’m sorry my hair’s not long enough. I’m sorry my hip bones don’t stick out enough. I’m sorry my boobs aren’t big enough. I’m sorry my cheekbones don’t stand out enough. I’m sorry my collar bone doesn’t stick out enough. I’m sorry my stomach isn’t flat enough. I’m sorry my arms aren’t skinny enough. I’m sorry my bum isn’t nice enough. I’m sorry my nose isn’t cute enough. I’m sorry my eyes aren’t pretty enough. I’m sorry my teeth aren’t straight enough. I’m sorry my eyebrows aren’t curved enough. I’m sorry my smile isn’t pretty enough. I’m sorry my thighs aren’t skinny enough. I’m sorry my hips don’t curve enough. I’m sorry my chest bones don’t stand out enough. I’m sorry my lips aren’t big enough. I’m sorry i’m not interesting enough. I’m sorry i say sorry too much. I’m sorry for everything.
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Sometimes I just don’t know where to write. I’m so depressed it’s painful. I suffer from BPD, but now it’s just worse than ever. I feel like I’m in rut I can’t get out of.
I want to tell someone, but I don’t. That part of me that thinks I’m worthless wants to never let go, and it seems that light I once had has all but diminished. The fucking thing makes me switch my goals, so I fail after fail. I feel so awful that I just don’t want to live anymore - but I’m too much of a coward to take it away. I just can’t pull the trigger. But I remember now - ana kills you. She does. In the night, in the day, as you don’t take that first bite. That’s what I deserve again. I want to waste away so my extinction will be inevitable, and predictable. Everyone can just be used to not having me around. I’ll never find me. I’ll never find me.
I’ll never find me.
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