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Sick

I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m so fucking sick of skinny or thin girls telling me my weight doesn’t affect how people see me. My family and my friends all tell me I look fine and that my weight and size doesn’t matter. Well, it fucking matters.

They’ve never had a guy block them because he found out they were fat.

They’ve never had the struggle of not being able to buy a shirt that they love because it isn’t in their size.

They’ve never had the problem of putting a ring on that they got as a present and it doesn’t fit.

They’ve never had people ask them if they ever stop eating.

They’ve never had people tell them to lose weight because ‘they’ll look better.’

They’ve never had someone laugh in their face and tell them their crush would never like them because they’re fat.

I’m just so fucking sick of my thin and skinny friends telling me I look fine. No, I don’t look fine. If I looked fine, I would’ve been happy. I’ll be fine once I’m smaller than all of you.

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Being skinny isn't just for photos.

Imagine walking down the street or down a hallway and having your thighs breeze past each other without touching. It will be flirtatious, and in the spring all the wind and flowers will just float right through the gap in your thighs. The way you walk will be graceful. Like a delicate angel, a perfect nymph that glides instead of stomps.

Imagine in summer when the aqua waves lap around your waist and nearly knock you over. Your flat waist will be perfect for holding when your friends or family toss you easily into the air and then into the cool water. You’ll wear a bikini proudly, any bikini you want. You’ll feel more comfortable tanning like a goddess when your stomach doesn’t roll around without you doing anything.

Imagine when as Autumn sets in and you think of your crush wrapped in a blanket with you, watching a scary movie together. His hand reaches around you and he can actually touch your other shoulder. He won’t be disgusted with the flab hanging off your limbs like dead weight. And if you’re skinny enough, he may even kiss you.

Imagine being perfect even in winter. While everyone else looks like walking marshmallows in their coats and scarves you’ll still be as small and delicate as the snow falling onto your hair. You will be able to leave little to no footprint in the snow, and they will all see you as a light little bird gliding across the blizzard.

Being skinny isn’t just for pictures. It’s for living without chains that hold you back by the skin, preventing you from having joy in your life. It doesn’t matter when season it is, there is always something that will be better if you are skinny. So don’t give up. And lose that weight.

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august starting tomorrow, a new month. school is out the corner, autumn is coming faster than you think. sweater weather, coffee and orange season. everything is soft in fall, you’ll be too.

here’s some biggie cheese icons for pride month <3

I went over 500cals🙄

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ok so my legs are super crooked what the heck Xp

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mine✨ please give credit! stay safe loves💕

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Some of my favorite dark thinspo.. I’d love to dress like this 😍😍😍 Not my pictures. I don’t take credit… Please… You deserve food. Eat if you feel light headed. Your life is precious.

Stay dark💀 Stay safe 🍃

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A note about being at your ugw.

I remember the first time I was at my goal weight last winter. I had come home for a break, and weighed myself at home. I saw the number flashing on the screen, and thought “no way, this isn’t real”. When I went to my nanas house for a holiday, I went to the bathroom in her house with a floor to ceiling mirror, and a scale. I stripped, got on the scale, and saw that number again. I turned around and looked in the mirror, and suddenly didn’t understand why I was so shocked. I looked better. I picked my legs up, my arms, covered my boobs with my hands, sucked my non existent belly in, twirled, posed every which way… And then I dressed myself, went back to the dining room, and lied when my uncle said “you look good! You look like you’ve lost weight, you look like you’re about 100 pounds soaking wet!” I replied; “No, I’m about 120”. When I went back to school, I dressed any way I wanted to, I felt so much more confident. But months later, I got too comfortable, and I started eating again.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am at my highest weight ever. The hardest part about this is that when you go from your goal weight to your highest, everybody notices. And everybody says something. Everyday I think to myself, “What have I done?”. But I know what I did. And I know what I have to do. Please for the love of god, for the love of whatever you believe in, don’t make this mistake. I’m scared now that when I get back to my goal weight in a couple of months, people will start to wonder what’s causing so much weight flux in my body. Please please please do not make my mistakes. When you get to your goal weight, STAY THERE.

Ps. I’m tagging this way because I know that this post will be found by people this is relevant to.

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READ THIS NOW

YOU GUYS. 

I’ve read about adding lemon and other fruits to water for a detox and

YOU GUYS. OH. MY. GOD.

Not only does it detox your body but seriously just adding a cap full of lemon juice to 32oz of water works wonders for cravings. The acidity stimulates your taste buds and makes you less hungry, all while drinking water and staying hydrated with what is probably only a fraction of a calorie.

My favorite combo so far is lemon and peppermint. Like I said the lemon gives you the taste, but in addition peppermint is known to suppress appetite.

THIS. IS. THE. SHIT.