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tonight at a birthday party i refused a piece of cake (and i skipped dinner).

I feel so f*cking powerful right now. I’m so proud of myself.

(i’m not pro, it’s just because i ate a lot in the past few days and i demonstrated to myself that i am in control, not the food)

Why don’t i have control? I keep binging, it’s so annoying.

I fucking hate my body and myself

why do i keep doing this?

i’m attracted to everything that is toxic for me. I keep saying that i will change, i’ll change my desires but in reality it’s all the same, nothing changed.

i hate this, and i hate me.

i love the feeling of the empty stomach but i hate the headache

Lil peep once said “You know it's fucked when the pain feels nice”

i felt that.

Today my body-dysmorphia is so hard to face

When you finally decide to eat something but it ends with an argument with your father.

Guess who won’t eat in front of their father again?!

Oh yes, btw, I’m back

Eating after you starved yourself for more than 20hrs HURTS SO FUCKING BAD

I was about to eat some biscuits and I stopped even before I started (it’s 23:06)

I know it’s not a big thing but I’m proud of myself

I want to be so skinny that I disappear.

I’ve just looked at myself in the mirror.

I want to cry.

Dove Cameron, you are one of my favourite inspirations

Why every time I’m on my period I WANT TO EAT EVERY FUCKING THING???

(Because you are an orrible ugly fat bitch, that’s why)

I feel... lonely.

I feel pain.

I feel like nobody cares.

And I feel tired of pretending that everything is fine, because we all know that it’s not.

Soooo, I ate two/three little spoons of Nutella (I don’t know why I did it) because me and my friends were at my friend’s house and one of them told me “damn, you’re eating a lot”.

Guess who won’t eat in front of her friends ever again?