#just ed things

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Redoing this cause the rational part of my brain was like….yeah way too many creeps on here to keep that last BC up. Plus I look so gross so…yea

normal > sucked in > normal > pushed out

I’m not doing good with eating, or rather with not eating, and I hate myself for it just oh so much. I just wanna be skinny and attractive is that too much to ask???????

a-bug-with-an-ed-deactivated202:

peachjambobatea:

poison-flower:

peachjambobatea:

poison-flower:

a-bug-with-an-ed-deactivated202:

poison-flower:

a-bug-with-an-ed-deactivated202:

poison-flower:

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purpleskiesandcryingovercals:

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purpleskiesandcryingovercals:

nutella on green bell pepper>>>>

that’s me shite right there

@a-bug-with-an-ed@peachjambobatea

IM SORRY BUT I HAVE TO RESPECTFULLY DECLINE I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN TRY THAT

YOU CAN’T KNOW IT’S BAD IF YOU HAVEN’T TRIED IT, BUG!!

I KNOW WHAT NUTELLA TASTES LIKE AND I KNOW WHAT GREEN BELL PEPPERS TASTE LIKE AND MY TONGUE SAYS N O

I’m going to block all of you and move to a cave

its been two weeks since you moved into your cave. you’re now running low on the bag of safe foods you brought with you because you didn’t think this through very well. “at least i’m finally safe now…” you say to yourself as you arrange your comfy rock bed.

you hear breathing behind you and turn around to see@purpleskiesandcryingovercals holding a jar of nutella and a green bell pepper. “you can’t know it’s bad if you’ve never tried it :)” she says as she tries to feed you a bite

you realize you could never escape - no matter how far you ran.

I love you and will kill you for this

DO IT, I DESERVE IT

As Purpleskies draws closer, preparing to strangle me with the poison she calls ‘Nutella on bell peppers’, time slows to a halt. It is as though my life is flashing before my eyes, my doom unavoidable.


I realise then, that the cave I have been inhabiting alone for all this time, was not empty at all. Behind the rocks, the far end of the cave, another dwells. He tries to run, to escape the fate that I have been condemned to, but it is too late.


“I see you, @a-bug-with-an-ed won’t you have some too?” They say, smiling sweetly as though it can conceal the villainy that radiates from their very bones.


“No,”@a-bug-with-an-ed gasps, horrified, “Never, not over my dead body.”

But alas, nobody can escape the fate of nutella on bell pepper. Not even @a-bug-with-an-ed

What if someone made a wattpad fanfic for edblr

Someone restrain me

Sorry you were saying? https://www.wattpad.com/story/288322615-edblr

ASAAKSJSKSKKSKSKSKSKS

I AM ACTUALLY SHAKING AND CRYING CAN WE PLEASE GET MORE UPDATES ON THE FANFIC I LOVE THIS ENTIRE FUCKING POST

Edblr expectations: “skip dinner, wake up thinner”,“ a second on the lips is forever on the hips”

Edblr reality: this^^

Feeling like your stomach is full and how the food is digested is literally the worst

Swimsuit

I was excited to buy a new swimsuit.

I chose a very cute one, peach colored, bare back, one piece. I haven’t used one in two years.

But when I tried it on, body dysmorphia knocked on the door: knock knock, you look deformed!

I notice every lump, every shape, every imperfection and they horrify me.

At that moment I saw a tear come out of my eyes. I took it off immediately. I told the saleswoman that it didn’t fit and almost ran out of the store.

When will I be able to try on clothes without feeling bad?

My mom bought cookies

I don’t know how to stop thinking about eating them.

I know that when I taste a single cookie, I’ll end up eating all of them.

I don’t want to binge.

What should I do?

Ribs

I wanted this so badly, every bite less, every second of exercise made me feel good.

I wanted them to see my ribs and that they thought it was easy for me to be thin, that everyone would stare at me and smile at me because I was pretty.

But when they look at my ribs, they feel terrified, they beg me to eat, I made my siblings cry, they thought I was going to die.

This isn´t the kind of care I expected.

I’m pretty, I’m depressed

5 things that nobody tells you about ed

  1. At first everyone encouraged your weight loss, now they look horrified as you weigh even grapes.
  2. You know you’re destroying your body and you feel good about it?
  3. You’re never in control, it’s food what controls you.
  4. What’s the point of looking good if you don’t even have the energy to get up because you’ve only eaten half an apple?
  5. You never get to feel happy because a small part of you knows that you’re wrong. The scale will say what it wants, but your mind will never agree.

I know having an ed isn’t something to be proud of.

Too much of everything becomes unhealthy, it includes stop eating.

Staysafe

“oh baby, you just have to set limits”

That’s the problem. I have no limits, I have no control.

And sometimes I can go from eating 4000 calories in a day, to eating absolutely nothing. There is no middle ground.

I can’t stop.

Restricting your calorie intake is like sticking your tongue over the edge of a knife. At some point you’re going to push too hard and hurt yourself.

Eating less and less isn’t setting a limit, it’s pushing the limit towards the lowest.

And for me, whatever limit I put myself, it’s unreachable.

Staysafe

Oh honey, do you want to go shopping?

I hate going to buy clothes.

When people ask me why I don’t like shopping, I tell them it’s because it bores me, but the truth is that when I go into a store, I’m excited to see all those dresses and skirts, but then when I see my reflection, I remember that my body doesn’t look the way I would like it to and that probably none of those clothes will look good on me.

Those thoughts make me want to cry and I get frustrated, I leave the store and come home with empty hands and an empty stomach I don’t want to fill.

Stay safe

Hack #15267

I know I’m not the only one who struggles with this:

I CAN’T EAT S L O W L Y

I usually eat very fast and I know that this influences the way my digestive system digests food, but I am so used to eating in that way, that the classic advice of “eat slower” doesn’t work for me.

First I have to get used to my mind, because it is a habit that I’ve ingrained from forever.

What I do to “train” my brain to eat slowly is to use the cutlery the other way around.

If I eat soup, I do it with a fork, if I eat chopped fruit, I do it with a spoon. In this way it is more difficult for me to eat and I do it slower and in fewer better bites, which psychologically makes me feel as if I had eaten a lot.

It may seem ridiculous at first, but it’s a small change that makes a big difference.

Pd. I only do it when I’m at home, because people might see it as something weird lol

Staysafe

Okay but… real pain is when your biology class ruins a safe food by explaining what it does to your body

And then your fatass goes on a full-on carb binge anyway

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