Me: *sees A 10 Year Old Child*

fuck

15.4.19

ate 1059

burnt 832

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 👯

I'm what the kids call a "faggot"

Reblog if you started worrying about the way you look before you were even 16.

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buying peaches is so stressful because you have to consume them so quickly…it’s like the moment the cashier types in that number the alpha peach turns to its brothers in the bags and says “alright listen up boys, it’s time to remember your training. i want to see immense bruising by sundown. i want to see you near inedible by sunrise. remember it is better to die a free man than to be eaten.” you gotta wolf down all of your peaches at the check out counter while the trader joe’s employees eagerly look at the Peach Consumption Countdown Clock and cheer you on. these peaches have sensors on them that can tell when they come into contact with human hands so they can begin their self-destruct sequence like you’re in a spy movie and the peach just relayed a message to you about the whereabouts of jimmy hoffa’s decayed remains

i need my space unless youre the right person then dont go anywhere

*hits rock bottom once a week*