Turn those fat rolls into rib cage imprints.
Turn those love handles into protruding hip bones.
Turn those extra pounds into zero pounds.
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first imagine you get to eat whatever you want. every day you stuff your face with whatever your heart desires: pancakes for breakfast, noodles for lunch, pizza for dinner, and snacks such as cake and cookies. sounds like heaven right? wrong. there’s a catch. you are FAT. you eat secretly in the hopes that people won’t judge you, but you’re not fooling anyone. everyone can see it in all the extra weight you carry. sure you get to eat all those delicious snacks and tasty meals, but your thighs jiggle when you walk. you don’t take selfies because your face looks so puffy and bloated. you can’t fit into your jeans and you have to keep wasting money on new clothes because of how much shit you put in your body. when you get home from school/work and take off those baggy clothes you hide under, fat spills out. rolls of fat and a muffin top. is this the reality you want? no. of fucking course not. you would be miserable as hell.
now.. imagine this. you don’t get to eat whatever you want every day. you’re not allowed to eat all those treats you keep uncontrollably stuffing your face with. you have to restrict the amount of fattening foods you eat. that means no chocolate, cake, ice cream, greasy fried foods like chicken. it sounds hellish right? no actually. it’s fucking amazing, you know why? because while you’re not pigging out every day, you’re putting wholesome and healthy foods into your body. restricting means you’re skinny. it means you don’t hate what you see every time you look at your reflection in the mirror. it means you don’t live in sweatpants and huge jackets. imagine every guy lusting after you because your toned thighs and flat stomach gives them boners. imagine every girl wishing to be you because you have prominent collarbones and a jawline that could cut those bitches. imagine running your fingers along your rib cage and being able to count them. imagine being light as a feather and quick on your feet. imagine being skinny.
the phrase “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” is a quote to live by, i know because i’ve been fat and i’ve been skinny. binging is NOT worth it. just restrict your calories, put away the unhealthy food. get off your bottom for once and do some exercise. binging gets you no where, in fact it makes your life miserable. but restricting gets you to your ultimate goal weight.
Y'all wanna know something? Tumblr didn’t do shit to encourage my eating disorder.
What encouraged my eating disorder was when I was at 160lbs, stepping on the scale and seeing the look my mother gave me.
So maybe stop shaming the people who are suffering and start shaming the kind of mothers who push that shit on their kids.
do you guys ever get the urge to just tell someone about your ed? sometimes i feel like telling everyone i know, screaming it from the rooftop. i want to wear a shirt that says “ask me about my eating disorder :)”. i want everyone to look at me and know that i’m the skinny bitch with an ed.
but then once you have the chance, you don’t tell them. you don’t tell anyone. because if they knew, they’d make you stop. they’d reject you. you could never be the skinny bitch with an ed, only the fat pig that pretends to have an ed for attention. so yeah, sometimes i want you to know that i’m starving myself. but i never will.
Mediocridad
Te fuiste haciendo mal
así tal cual,
justo a la mitad,
dejando la puerta de par en par,
por si un día se te antojaba regresar,
¿Ya no hay nada a que te puedas
. /aferrar?,
.
Y ahora… ¿Quieres entrar?,
Ja… Pero me debes perdonar
porque hace tiempo tiré tu altar,
no lo tomes personal
fue simplemete que hice lugar,
y los estorbos se tuvieron que marchar.
.
Pero por favor no quiero ser grosero
entra y hablemos de ello,
cuéntame ¿Ya se acabo aquello?,
¿La lista de espera termino?
y ¿ahora sigo yo?,
disculpa pero no lo entiendo,
todo parecía muy bello,
¿O te estabas mintiendo?
.
Pasando de tema ¿Porque estas
. /aquí?,
¿Por fin me quieres a mi?
o ¿No puedes vivir así?
un buen rato pensé en ti
y lo admito en tu honor escribí,
pero, sin querer un día no te sentí
y lo que escribí, lo que sentí, lo que
. /viví
se quedo donde lo dejaste, justo allí,
a la mitad ni muy atrás ni al final.
y murió asfixiado por la mediocridad.
.
Explicado todo esto,
te pido, no me busques
entiende que yo no valgo de
. /repuesto,
claro que aun te quiero
. /pero no abuses,
ahora te debes marchar
y tu rumbo buscar.
Porque aquí ya no debes estar
porque aqui no hay nadie que
. /te pueda amar.
Soy la chica que nadie quiere. Insegura de sí misma, con problemas alimenticios y miles de cosas más.
Nadie me quiere porque no soy bonita y porque no soy delgada.
Todos me odian porque soy fea y porque soy gorda.