Frustrated beyond belief. Angry. Upset. Annoyed. You inconsiderate bastard.

Today I feel insecure, and that makes me unhappy. It reminds me of when I deluded myself into thinking weight loss could fix me up inside. In a weird fucked up way, I wish I didn’t love my body so that I could sit in front of the mirror and pick myself apart.

the-nouvelle:

eringeremick:

This is Haylee. I met her online recently and was given permission to share her story. Shes 16 years old and has been suffering with Anorexia Nervosa (binge purge subtype) for 10 years now. She has permanent heart problems, shes has 2 heart attacks since January, and was in a coma in March. Shes constantly in the hospital due to her eating disorder, and shes spent 7 months in the hospital this year. It’s come to my attention that there are a lot of people on tumblr with “pro-anorexic” blogs who seem to WANT this disease and give “tips” to their followers to “become anorexic”. I want you to look at this photo, at this young girl who has wasted 10 years of her life in agony and ask yourself, how can you be pro this? How can you encourage others to do this to themselves? Please reblog this and help it get around to other blogs to show the reality of eating disorders and the pain they cause and put a stop to “pro anorexia” blogs.

SO glad someone finally made a post like this. Please reblog.

flyhighfragilebluebirdfly:

If people knew the thoughts in my head; the thoughts that keep me up at night; the thoughts that make me want to crawl under a blanket, wither up and die. The thoughts that call me fat, ugly, worthless, and worse of all selfish. If people heard those thoughts they wouldn’t tell me to eat. They…

I remember when I felt this way.

After 21 years of emotional and physical abuse from myself and my parents, I’m finally breaking free. New life, new beginnings, across the country with the love of my life :).

I’m weight restored, haven’t purged in weeks, getting discharged this WEDNESDAY, and haven’t had a flashback from the rape in a month.

I’m scared and nervous, but above all, I’m excited.

So to my mom, my dad, the fucker that raped me, and LA: I’m outta here, bitches!