Me: “oh shit I gained a lot of weight”
Me: “what should I do to calm myself down?”
Me: …
Me: …
Me: *binges*
Me: “oh shit I gained a lot of weight”
Me: “what should I do to calm myself down?”
Me: …
Me: …
Me: *binges*
Me: No one cares! It feels like I’m screaming in a crowded room but no one is hearing! Someone save me pls!
Person: *Cares, tries to help*
Me: Would you mind? I’m trying to destroy myself here, god, so rude
Brain: look. Pizza.
Me: no. I’m trying to be good
Brain: but you lost 4 pounds last week. This won’t hurt
Me: nooo
Brain: mhm
Me: bItCh you are soooo right haha
*binges 4000 cals worth of pizza and wings and ice cream and hates myself*
:(
Me: I wanna fall in love.
Aphrodite: With who??
Me: With myself.
Aphrodite: THAT’S MY GIRRRL
When people say “I could never be anorexic cause I love food!” it just shows how little they know about EDs. It’s a MENTAL ILLNESS, you don’t CHOOSE to have it. I absolutely LOVE food, but that doesn’t stop me from purposely starving and not allowing myself to eat my favorite foods. Why? Cause it’s a MENTAL ILLNESS. It’s like saying “I could never get allergic to diary, cause I love milkshakes!” like girl that’s not how it works, you don’t get to decide.
I dont even wanna weigth myself, i hate myself im so fat.
I can’t stand to look at myself anymore, I disgust myself so much, looking in mirrors is hard, getting dressed is hard, showering is hard. All I see is fat.
