This is me
So this is me. The true me. I'm not holding back here and if you don't like it sorry, you don't have to follow me. If you want to see my progress message me and I'll put it in your ask :) also if you want to learn more about me look at my About Me section. Thanks :D
7659) Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder why I want to be thin so badly. Sometimes I feel I should be happy with myself for who and what I am. Then I look down, and I see my thighs touching, my stretch marks from gaining too fast from compulsive binging over the years and I can’t help but cry. I can’t be happy in such a disgusting body! The woman I see inside my head, doing all of these fun things, wearing all of these fun clothes and being successful in her career doesn’t have stretch marks or binge at night because she’s tired, bored or depressed. NO! She exercises and has a routine and keeps herself in check. That’s why I can’t be happy with fatty me. That’s why I need to be thin: so the woman I imagine in my mind as me can become a reality that I live and breathe.
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YOU.
You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.
I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.
I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.
You should be happy. You are gorgeous.
I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?
You are alive.
Everything will be okay.
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We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how to not need.
Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via thinandlovelyy)
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