So I ate Panda Express today and I felt really guilty about it. Like why can’t I stick to a calorie limit? I’m going to only eat 550kcals and exercise for at least 30 minutes to an hour each day.
Me waking up: ah what a beautiful day,, to sTarVe 🥰🥰
● your parents called you fat
● your brother/sister called you fat
● your friends called you fat
● you called yourself fat
● a stranger called you fat
i need a friend who's dealing with the same shit as me. i need someone who can help keep me on track, and ill do the same for them. i need someone who i can talk to without censoring things because im afraid of them finding out i have an unhealthy relationship with food. i need a real friend.
i think i’ll continue to wear a mask when this shit’s all over, and huge sunglasses. my face is none of your business
reblog this if you started worrying about your weight before you were 16
“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.
I want to go home