Stanca17-blog - Basta!

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Reblog if you do or have actually cried because of your weight or the way you look.

I do

Gorgeous collarbones 

I want my friends to worry

I want them to tell me to eat something

I want my family to compliment me on my weight loss and not suspect a thing

I want my boyfriend to notice my bones starting to slowly peek out

I want my teachers to talk about how different I look

I want to become my goals goals

I want to get through a day without binging

I want to stand up and feel light-headed

I want my guy friends to joke and say I look anorexic because little do they know that’s a compliment in my fucked up mind

I want to do this for no one but myself by myself

I want to look in the mirror at 12:01 January 1st 2018 and see the change

I don’t want help

I don’t want judgement

I don’t want greasy smelly food

I don’t want a chubby stomach and thunder thighs

I don’t want flabby arms and thighs anymore

Stop procrastinating

You’re all talk

Don’t start tomorrow start right now

Restrict Restrict Restrict

It’s the only thing I can control.

Sporcati le dita nella panna della torta,

400 calorie

E nel morbido pan di Spagna

279 calorie

Pieno di burro che ti unge le dita e ti dà quel leggero senso di nausea che non ti permette di smettere

E poi tutto quello

ZUCCHERO

Tutto quello zucchero appiccicoso sulle tue dita che ti porti alla bocca

Tutto questo grande miscuglio che afferri a mani piene e di cui ti riempi la bocca

Ti sporchi la faccia di panna e i vestiti di briciole

E non riesci neanche a

Parlare

Perché hai la bocca

PIENA

del frutto della tua schifosa lurida ingordigia

Scrofa schifosa senza controllo

Merito di essere uccisa

MERITO DI ESSERE UCCISA