#skinande

[cocacalories]

Mothers

[prettygloomy-yvck]

ice 🧊 m3alspø

[orange-cottonpads]

[invertedrat]

!I'M NO LONGER DOING THIS!

!BRUH THIS IS OVER IM NOT DOING IT ANYMORE PLS STOP INTERACTING W/ IT!

Note goal thing that I tried before but it flopped lmao

10 notes: I'll eat something

I ate a rice cake :3

20 notes: I'll drink something that's not water :p

I drank half of a coke :3

50 notes: I'll try to start drawing again

I drew smth spooki todayy :3 I might post abt it later :3

100 notes: I'll watch a new movie (i have no motivation to)

I wtched ratatouille :3

200 notes: I'll start posting real wieiads

I'll start tommorow :3

300 notes: I'll fully commit to sewing something like a stuffed animal or sum

I'll post a poll on what I should sew :3

500 notes: I wont count my cals for a week

I'll start this coming sunday :(

1000 notes: I'll start posting pics of of me (NO FACE THO)

ok w h a t t t t 😰 im scared of y'all fr how did it get to 1k this fast :0 anyways I'll post whenever I'm having a good hair day😇 (almost never cuz I need a haircut urgently bro my layers are so overgrown it looks weird)

IM NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE, NO MATTER HOW MANY NOTES THIS GETS I WILL NO LONGER BE CROSSING THESE OUT OR DOING THEM

1500 notes: I'll start selling some useless stuff in my room

IM NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE, NO MATTER HOW MANY NOTES THIS GETS I WILL NO LONGER BE CROSSING THESE OUT OR DOING THEM

2000 notes: I'll (try to) 100% stop sh

IM NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE, NO MATTER HOW MANY NOTES THIS GETS I WILL NO LONGER BE CROSSING THESE OUT OR DOING THEM

5000 notes: I'll start telling my therapist my actual problems (I hide stuff from her)

[missedkissesandcalls]

hiii pls interact with this if you're an active adult €dblr account in april 2024

i desperately need more adults to follow and be mutuals with, i feel so uncomfortable with so many minors' posts on my dash

[littlesparkle0cokexx]

I am fat. And i know It. So why does my brain keep tricking me into thoughts of food? The thing that made me ugly and horrible on the first place! Fuck my mind. 🎀

[beatrixx1212]

mcbling th!nspo <3

you wanna look like this? you gotta work for it.

[l1vingdeadd0ll]

dainty, skinny and pure

[sakimakia]

do you ever feel like you a wearing a fat suit and it can’t come off.

my body doesn’t feel like my body

[twnothealthy]

eat for the body you want not the body you have <3

[acidic-soulzv10]

Can't wait until I'm so th!n that I l00§3 my p3r!0d

[cherrycosmos222]

I need my weight down and my money UP fr

[prettygloomy-yvck]

𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳3𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘧øø𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 💕

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 🦢

[cocacalories]

I have 10lbs to lose this year starting.. NOW!!

[allys-notebook]

Not stopping until my high waisted jeans become low waisted...

[vxm1tcxre]

“what does it look like”

It looks like garbage bags painted with the muted, slimy, unappealing colors of the food in your pantry. It looks like the silvery sheen left on the water even after you’ve flushed. It looks like shaking fingers with the cuticles chewed off. It looks red. The red of your knuckles, the red of the vessels in your teary eyes, the red of bl00d crusted under your fingernails, the little red steaks that come out of your throat when you’ve abus3d it just a little too much. It looks like piles of dirty dishes and empty wrappers in your room that you move around and stack together to try and make it seem like there’s less than there really is. It looks like hands smeared with snot and tears. It looks like ruined makeup. It looks like half-eaten food that just barely missed the coffee grounds or milk or applesauce next to it in the garbage can.

“What does it sound like”

Gagging. Sobbing. Chewing. Crunching. Boiling. Sizzling. The crinkle of wrappers. The hum of the microwave, the opening of the fridge door or the creak of the pantry that lets you know you’re back here again. Screaming but only inside your head, screams no one can hear, screams you lock behind your slowly-r0tting teeth. Silence. The silence after you’re done with the b1ng3 or you’re done with the pvrg3 where you just sit and think about what you’ve done, taking a second before you finish what you’ve started, delaying the inevitable. The music you put on to cover it up and the music you put on to comfort yourself through each repetitive day, the music that understands in a way you can’t imagine anyone would. Lies. Those words you utter to everyone around with the guilty tinge of dishonesty that only you recognize.

“What does it taste like”

Everything. It tastes like everything. It tastes rotten and dirty and bitter and repugnant. It tastes nostalgic and beautiful and relieving and delicious. It tastes like eating something and knowing what it tastes like when it comes back up. It tastes like coffee in the morning and carefully-measured meals as you tell yourself you’ll get back on track. It tastes like disappointment. It tastes like failure. It tastes bland on your burnt, acid-ruined tongue. It tastes like the water and baking soda you swish around to try and minimize the harm. It tastes perfect like nothing you’ve ever had and you don’t want the taste to leave even if you know it’s festering inside of you and turning you into a monster.

“What does it smell like”

It smells old. Pungent. Sickly-sweet. Dairy that’s curdled with st0mach acid. It doesn’t smell like much because you’re blind to it now, and it barely spends enough time in your st0mach to take on the sour tinge of real pvk3. It smells like the candles you light and the perfume you use to cover it up and try and feel normal, to make your bedroom stink less like the corpse you’re becoming. It smells like sm0ke swirling around and breathed out your window. It smells expired but you still eat it because it doesn’t matter anymore.

“What does it feel like”

It is pain. Pain even when you aren’t feeling pain because the emotional pain of just being this way is a pain that fills you. It’s the twist in your gut when you h3ave on an empty stomach, not quite believing it to be so, wanting to be sure. It feels like the weak ache in your head and chest like TV static when you stand on unsteady legs, the dread that comes knowing you’ll have to eat something again in order to feel normal enough to burn whatever c4l0ries you left behind. It’s the feeling of a horrendously bl0ated stomach whenever you even try to eat normally because you’ve ruined your digestive system and you have to cope with how disgusting it is to be full. It’s a pain in your throat like it’s swelling closed, acid flooding your chest and esophagus, sores on your lips and acne on your chin and an ache in your head that just won’t go away. It’s guilt for everything that’s so horrendous you can’t imagine ever forgiving yourself