You: You Need To Eat At Least 1200 Calories A Day To Survive

😭this post was just so damn beautiful, and satifishing, I wish you to reach your goals💫(sorry for my broke english)

Summer Imagine

You wake up, it’s nearly 10 o’clock in the morning and you’ve never been more excited to get out of bed to check your weight. You know you’ve lost weight you can see the difference in those before and after photos. You can see each rib and each hipbone. Your collar bones are so sharp and noticeable. Your thigh gap is beautiful and it goes amazingly well with your small calves.

As you think of how perfect your body has gotten you pull your blankets off of your petite body, using your skeleton-like arms. Since you get colder now you need multiple blankets but you’re not complaining. You sort of think it’s cute.

You pull yourself towards the bathroom. With each step you take you feel like you’re gliding across your oak wood floors, floating even. You pull out your scale and see your UGW. You’ve never felt more proud of yourself, it was so euphoric, so satisfying.  You were overjoyed. You decide to skip downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. While you make yourself some green tea you look out of the window admiring everything. You can see the sun shining in, the neighbourhood kids playing, that sweet old grandma that has the most beautiful garden you’ve ever seen. You can smell that nature filled summer smell. You can hear the birds chirping, the giggles, but most importantly your tea kettle whistling. After you pour out some delicious green tea you make yourself some egg whites. You could only finish 3 quarters of your plate after your appetite has shrunk. You drank your green tea and headed back upstairs.

You look through your closet with all your old, baggy clothing. You’re disgusted, you can’t believe that you were once that weight, but now you can wear whatever you want, wherever you want and no one would judge you. Deciding to head out for a stroll and visit that sweet, old grandma you pull out a shirt and some ripped jeans. “Actually…” You think to yourself “You can wear something better than this.” Now that you’re skinny, you pull out your UGW outfit that was used to motivate you and head outside you can feel that warm, summer breeze as you stroll down your driveway. 

*Ping* you check your phone and it turns out you BFF wants to hang out with you and a couple guys at the beach. 

*Ping* She texts you again saying that your lifelong crush is going to be there as well. 

You run back home. Get your bathing suit ready, you were going to try it on to see how it looks on you but you decided not to because you know you look amazing. You call her up and tell her your coming and that you’re super excited.

For once in your life, you’ve never been happier. 

someone: how are you?

Me: I’m alright, just wouldn’t mind getting hit by a car

I don’t know about you, but…

I would rather my body ache from a workout, not a 10,000 calorie binge.

I would rather step on the scale and be proud, not let it make me miserable.

I would rather my size 00 jeans fit a little loosely, not get stuck halfway up my thighs.

I would rather people worry about how skinny I’m getting, not have people whisper behind my back “damn she’s getting fat”

I would rather people wonder how I resist chocolate, cookies, fast food, cake, fried foods and ice cream, not have them wonder if I’ve ever eaten a vegetable in my life.

I would much rather be skinny, dainty, fragile, tiny, thin and perfect, not a fat and lazy slob.

I don’t know about you, but this is just me.

What is your favorite colour?