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skiiinnyy-lovee · 2 months

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umrzemyrazemok · 3 months

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Od kogo dostaniesz lepszy fit przepis niż od anorektyczki? No właśnie, więc słuchaj

Całość ma 200kcal

100g banana

4 łyżki mąki

100ml wody

Szczypta soli

Szczypta cukru/ erytrytolu

Pół łyżeczki oleju (i dosłownie kropelka na patelnię)

Są przepyszne😍

Wyszło mi z tego 6 małych naleśników (1 ma 30kcal) lubię je jeszcze polać syropem 0 kcal

Obiecuję że się w nich zakochacie

Chudego dnia motylki 😘🤞

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coffin-wife · 6 months

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Look into the Void long enough and it starts looking back

(4/31)

#eating disoder trigger warning #ana poetry #spilled ink #my writing #original poetry #angel's writing #web weaving #prose poem #poets on tumblr #nanowrimo #story #poetry #this one is uhmm very obvious isnt it

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coffeexxcigarettes · 1 month

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Annabelle

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My body twists

And contorts.

A different shape than it was,

An hour ago.

I don't dare move,

And warp the image again.

I let my eyes focus

From one part to the next.

Tug at my shirt,

As tears begin to prick at my eyes.

I pull at my sides,

My hips,

And a sob builds in my chest.

I've spent

An ungodly amount of time

Calling myself beautiful.

I've gone down every path

I've sat through every therapy session.

And yet I end up here.

In front of the ever changing mirror.

The familiar voice

Finds its way back to me,

In such a comforting manner.

"It's okay." It coos,

"I can fix it. I can fix everything."

And I know it's right.

Right?

x

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cherrydi3tcoke · 27 days

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my poem about anorexia:

"ana"

my caved in chest

and chicken arms

my pencil thin legs

and all my scars

my hollowed out cheeks

the rituals begin

the bags under my sockets

the definition of my chin

the fatigue every morning

the dizzy every night

the hunger pain

and the shivers

triggering myself

ana is the boss

find a way to cope

weight loss

decreased testosterone

or the absence of your period

workout routines

food diaries

nausea

sudden death

making others worried

shortness of breath

constipation or diarrhea

cut out food groups

weigh in every day

osteoporosis

my hair falling out

lanugo on my skin

bruises on my legs

my collarbones thin

my spine visible

my sternum is too

my bicep non-existent

daydreaming about my meals

every calorie counting

working out for hours on end

stomach flat

unable to keep a friend

a kilo or a pound

obsessed with the numbers

check each ingredient

water instead of oil

unsweetened almond milk

or a rice cake

oatmeal

scared to attempt to bake

blueish fingers

yellow-tinted skin

anemia

distorted self-image

feeding all my friends

counting while I eat

portioning myself

starving is my treat

women

men

children

and teens

memorize the macros

"i am not a dog, food is not my treat"

cry yourself to sleep

"but I've seen you eat"

big

tall

short small

haunted by her curse

hours in mirrors

isolate from others

heart palpations

and restless nights

incurable thirst

intermittent fasting

binges or purges

all effects are lasting

normal on the outside

dying on the inside

questions from passersby

self-harm

"just one more hour"

"just one more meal"

"i already ate"

"it's not that big of a deal"

suicidal thoughts

being underweight

scared of being healthy

scared to get too sick

feeding tubes

hospitalization

thinking about food

hyperventilation

racing thoughts

loneliness

using laxatives

diets

going to the gym

going for a run

bodychecking

never having fun

infertility

cracked, dry skin

thin, brittle nails

weakened teeth

ruining my life

ruining my relationships

ruining my future

unable to eat a bag of chips

eating disorder speaks in my place

therapy

"just eat"

excuses for each meal

obsessed with my intake

obsessed with the math

obsessed with my weight

following this path

ice

water

gum

coffee

hoping that they notice

never tell a soul

hide it all from others

staring at my empty bowl

atypical or not

never feeling valid

covering my body

starving till I'm on my deathbed

recovery is useless

"i want to stay this way"

I'll have to fight my whole life

to keep her voice at bay

searches on the Internet

headaches

vitamin deficient

aspartame

comparison

"no cal is better than low cal"

refeeding syndrome

"I'm not good enough"

"once on the lips forever on the hips"

quick ways to lose weight

calculate my BMI

freak out about what I just ate

ana,

oh how she will lie

she doesn't want you to just be a number

she wants you to die.

-zsc

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myloskelett · 2 months

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there is ice that lives in my bones

ardently claiming itself victorious

despite it's home being lightening -

shocking, sharp, horrifying, glorious

#anor3c1a #ed not ed sheeran #an@rexi@#anorexla #@n0r3xia #@nor3×14 #tw ana diary #ana bllog #poetic #poetry #ana poetry

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cl3arbon3s · 6 months

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#lekka jak motyl #az do kosci #dieta motylkowa #jestem gruba #chudzinki #grubaska #tylko dla motylków #chude uda #bede motylkiem #chudnij #ana problems #ana poem #ana poetry #moje wiersze #wiersz #ed vent

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skiiinnyy-lovee · 1 month

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hey guys so recently I have been eating and hating myself for it lolzies

#tw anamia #anamia #ed group chat #ed dairy #ed ednotsheeran restriction #body ch3ck #low cal restriction #ana friend #ana poetry #ana group

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umrzemyrazemok · 3 days

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🥳🥳

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failing-to-recover · 1 year

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It looks like you’ve found me again, I think I’ve missed you. You always seem to do that when I’m most vulnerable. I feel your icy hands inside around my throat, and I feel myself fall into your touch. I almost miss the emptiness you cause, it makes me feel full of life even though you’re slowly killing me.

I sometimes wonder if you ever really left, or if you just faded into the background, though I guess it doesn’t matter now that you’re back. We are holding hands, but I think you’re gripping me too hard I hope you dont let go.

I’m starting to feel faint, will you catch me or are you going to hold me down? I feel safe when you’re here, you give me a sense of security and control even though you are in complete control of me.

Hello again, ana

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elaine404 · 2 years

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Swim

Stare longingly out

Past the shimmering swaying

Sailboats. Dragging me further in

Towards a fake fascade - a sight so picturesque

Could never be real.

They glisten as if a hallucination

Tempting me to swim

Swim too far for my body to hold me up

Swim far away from myself ;

Into deep expanding ocean waves violently

Attacking my skin and bones,

Whispering at me to drown,

And I listen.

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metamorphesque · 1 year

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unfolding into another spring

mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta

buy me a coffee

#web weavings #march #parallels #art parallels #spring #literature #quotes #poetry #ana mendieta #classic literature #mahmoud darwish #sylvia plath #the unabridged journals of sylvia plath #the letters of sylvia plath #poems #nature #ve schwab #web weaving

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soracities · 3 months

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Hamed Ashour, excerpt of "From Anas Al-Yaziji to his fiancé, Shaima Abu Al-Ouf, whose body he recovered after two days of searching", pub. Peripheries [ID'd]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #hamed ashour #from anas al yaziji to his fiance shaima abu al ouf whose body he recovered after two days of searching #palestinian lit #of war and violence #m #x

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