#ed things

LIVE

Love how I tell other people to “stay safe ❤️” while I literally only had a sugar free energy drink, a mint, and a piece of gum today

My friend: how was your day?

Me, knowing I can be honest: tbh not great, I’ve been crying a ton

Her: wanna talk about it?

Me: *talks about it*

Her: *leaves me on read*


Like excuse me wtf, why do people do this

I love when teachers ask this in the beginning of the year. Jokes on you, it’s none.

Someone please take away my mirror, I cry every time I look in it but don’t have the willpower to get rid of it

Due to personal reasons, I will not be leaving the house, even after quarantine, because I hate my body and I’m ugly

Anyone else have designated ‘crying while body checking’ songs or is that just me…?

Lmao why do people follow me I’m just a sad bitch with food issues

No one:

Literally no one:

Me: I’m gonna get skinny. For real. Like deadass. It’s gonna happen this time. And when it happens, it’s over for all of you bitches.

Also me, the next day:

Let me get this straight… so you’re telling me that normal people would feel insulted if they were called anorexic?

Dude I’d kill to have a body worth being called anorexic

Going on a trip in a few weeks. Time to really crack down and get ✨skinni✨

When your sister starts trying to lose weight and starts making a million comments about food and calories and not being allowed to eat certain things so now your ED is going insane because you have to be better than her

When you’re going to your friends house soon and the time you’re going over there is after they eat dinner but before your family eats so you can effectively pull the “ill at at my friends house/i ate at home” bullshit

My fbi guy watching me google the nutrition information for restaurants for like the 20th time this month:

You know the self hatred is bad when you’re too ashamed to even take body check pictures

Hey yall give about 1 more week and then I’ll post my cw… I’m just to scared to do it now since iv been off track for a while

loading