I have these shorts. I want to look like this in them.
(Source: theoceansavedme, via speranza-fede-amore)
I have these shorts. I want to look like this in them.
(Source: theoceansavedme, via speranza-fede-amore)
Everytime I have the urge to binge I go to to tumblr and remind myself that what I REALLY want won’t be found in food.
I’ve been doing really well. And that’s an amazing feeling.
Tonight was the first time I broke down in a while. Im seeing now that skinny isn’t the answer. Its one of the problems. I keep striving for it but I see that im missing the main destination. I.need to find my HAPPY. Not my skinny. Everyday I tell myself I’m not skinny enough, not pretty enough, not focused, not dedicated, not GOOD enough. But honestly, I’m just not HAPPY enough. Everything else comes along with being happy and I truly have no idea how to get there. I dont know where to start. I dont know how to be healthy. Mentally, physically, and emotionally healthy.
I need to start TRYING harder to be better. Its a daily battle. But it certainly won’t be solved at the bottom of a toilet bowl. Im done purging. As of now I’m no longer bulimic. I’m a recovering bulimic. And im going to fight harder and be stronger every day. I’m going to beat this monster inside of me yelling at me telling me I’m not good enough. I’m better than that and I deserve more.
I have to find myself in this spiral of unhealthy and wrong behavior. Something needs to change. I need to change.
(Source: barefeetanddreams, via flatstomachmission)
The obese girl in my philosophy class talking about McGriddles and drinking a venti frappucino just became my daily thinspo. Thank you.
I lay im my bed. I lay here and I drink. Because I’m scared that anything else I do will make me eat. And I’m scared to eat ANYTHING because then I will eat EVERYTHING.