Me At My Stomach:

16.4.19

ate. 1061

burnt. 503

didn't eat all the ice cream or chocolate bar had 2 bowls of cereal because im fatatatattatat

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

I can't I laughed so much

My friends: oh my god. Anorexia? Yeah I understand you. I went anorexic for a couple of days😔

Me:

*hits rock bottom once a week* 

Don’t think about defeating your eating disorder. Think about spiteing it. Every single time you decide you are worth enough to eat, (or your body decides that in the form of a “binge”) your eating disorder takes a hit. You have essentially held the middle finger to the disorder. You drew tiny dicks over Ana and Mia’s stupid little meal plan diary of torture they had for you. You popped bubblegum into their stupid faces. You tied their shoes together and laughed as they fell. Every time you eat you spite them more and more. You are doing the lords work. In those moments, you hold the power over them. Recovery isn’t a grand game-of-thrones final battle, but a series of small victories that you wag over your disorders head. And you control your victory. So drag them sisters 👯

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Honestly, fUck Calories

Not wanting to eat in front of anyone because it makes you anxious

Vs

Only wanting to eat in front of people so your eating habits look normal

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Wanting everyone to think you don’t eat anything

15.4.19

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burnt 832