I’m angry at myself for starving myself of not only food but friendship, love, 2am trips to McDonalds and family dinners. I am angry with myself for losing inches but also losing memory, happiness, sanity, myself and my friends. I am angry at myself for dropping pounds and along with it my grades, self esteem and fitness.
I am angry because i spent three years trying to disappear when all i wanted was to feel alive.
Being light doesn’t make you weightless it makes you bitter.
— note to self on bad days (via healthcules)

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As I told my (new) boyfriend that I still have to gain weight, he only answered: “Why do you still have to gain? Your rips don’t stick out anymore!”

I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t know what to think. He strengthened the voices in my head.

I.just.can’t. :(

For a long time I wasn’t
entirely sure I wanted to
put myself back together,
because letting go of the
sadness would mean I
had to redefine myself.
And sometimes, I still feel
like chasing the darkness,
because I don’t exactly
know who I am without
it. I realised I made a
home out of something I
should have never let in.

wtm (via chiyo-senpai)

Hits too close to home.

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how you want to start off a therapy session:



how you actually start off a therapy session:


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