My boyfriend (whom I love truly and madly and deeply) had been asking me to be healthier and to start eating again.
I did.
Now I gained weight and my confidence level is that of a leper.
I need to start not eating again.
These opinions are poison, and I've been drinking them all of my life.///////////////////////////\\The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
8/22 20:29 - 1,998 notes
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two night of sleeping, working too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted pulled, chipped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not a punishment.” - Steinbeck
8/9 16:56 - 16 notes
Day 1 of not eating.
It’s 4:03am on June 28th and I refuse to eat. I need to lose ten pounds and my boyfriend agrees. I want to be sexy and beautiful and if this is what I have to do to feel that way and look it, then I’ll do it.
So far I’ve had a glass of water. I completed P90X Ab Ripper. And ten minutes of Yoga X before the video shitted out.
I’m seeing him on Friday and I want to be confident and feeling good about my self and my body.
I hereby swear to not eat and to do some form of a work out every day. I want to go back to college and turn heads. I’m tired of being this ugly monstrosity.
I want to be skeletal.
