#thinspoimagines

[laurathegreatest]

- Deepest desires -

-I want to be successful and go to that friend's house. Showing off in front of her judgmental mother. Not only my inteligence and new great job, but my model-like appearence.

-show off my ripped and slim body in kpop dances.

-show off my dream body to my friends and everybody, casually

-show off getting the best grades in the academy to my father and my friends

-show off my great garden and my deep cleaned house to my father

-show off being everymorning in la Caseta and having absolutely no screen time to my father

-showing off how smart I've become to my friends

-showing off how strong and athletic i've become to my friends, father, and gym

-getting into the police force and getting the recognition I deserve for my amazing character

-getting an incredible boyfriend, very handsome and who trully adores me

-showing off my great job and capability to everybody who knew me from my hometown

- Just imagine -

-In march, you reach your goal weight and show off your abs and thight body wherever you go. Your whole wardrobe feels loose, and now your spring/summer clothes look even better on you.

- Imagine going back to that friend's house. The one who's mother has always been comparing your big body to her daughter's perfect slim one. (My friend is lovely, is her mother I have a bit of a (problem?) with.)

>>> Imagine. Exactly one year after the last time she saw you. After your walk with your doggy, you get ready. You shower, and pick up black dress pants (loose, but lookinv like a suit), which now they fit completely lose in you and they close tightly up on you small waist, looking like a doll. They fall beautifully over your slim-toned legs. You love to look slim under loose clothing. You put on a tigh white jersey up to your neck that shows your slim frame, and let your hair fall down your back. Since it is recently washed, your hair looks shiny, healthy, and your natural buckles end in beautiful curves. You love your wavy hair. And your slim frame. The big muscles on your arms look amazing under your tight shirt. You look sporty and model like. Like a sucessfull woman who is put together. You even put lipstick, coloret, and mascara. And a collar. You look amazing.

You let your friend and his boyfriend now that you'll be going to pick them up now, and you take you father's car. You listen to music on your way and enjoy the ride and the heater on the cold weather of a december night.

You haven't eaten since lunch, but you're not hungry. You stopped eating snacks and having your healthy 3 meals a day, and you maintain your 52kg at 167 cm, bmi of 18.6, figure effortlessly. And with you being mostly muscle, you look even thighter and smaller than if you were only skin and bones. And it is easier to diet. You just make sure to eat clean, and enoguh.

You arrive at your friends house and park in front of her house. Now, a whole year after you got you driving lisence, it is easy for you to park even at the most difficult paralel spot. You have no problem anymore findin space for your large vehicle.

You walk up to the door and ring the bell. Her boyfriend opens the door and let's you inside the house. You both hug quicky in salutation. You notice how that he looked surprised when he opened the door and first looked at you, but he isn't saying anything. You smile satisfied.

You ask how he's doing and he starts actualizing you, when your friends finally gets down from her room. She looks more radiant now that she's finished her spanish degree.

You both hug, and she smiles big at you. "Wow, you look beautiful." She looks at my outfit in appruval, since I usually just wear sweats. She then adds. "You've gotten a lot skinnier."

Her affirmation is more like a question with a bit of concern. I smile assuringly. "Yeah, I put more effort in my training, and I lost a bit of weight. But I also gained muscle. I love my arms now, and I am stronger than ever at the climbing gym."

[lovelycoldmornings]

IMAGINES ARE LINKED TO MY PROFILE

http://lovelycoldmornings.tumblr.com/tagged/thinspoimagine  under the /imagines/ link on my profile, feel free to go nuts. I’ll start to put more descriptions in the title.

stay safe, lovelies.

[tired-of-taking-up-space-3]

i feel like. once im skinny. or at least not-fat, i can have the aesthetic i truly want.

like i love the whole lana del rey/fairy/nymph/lolita (not romanticising paedophilia tho). i wanna wear chunky, pastel doc martens on my skinny legs. wear lacy slip dresses and cotton, flowery shirts that come just below my rib cage that sticks out. i wanna listen to 'mermaid motel' and '1949' by lana del rey because im the main character. everyone wants me and everyone hates me because they're not me.

i. just. wanna. live. the. life. i. dream. about.

[bytyfyl]

it’s only the first month of school but u think u can do this thing. that idea is cemented by what you’re doing this weekend. ur taking a mini road trip with some of ur new friends to all the thrift stores in the surrounding area.

the road trip has been amazing. you begged your parents to let you take this car to school and it has been worth it. music blasting, you guys have been having so much fun. As you pull into the parking lot, everyone exclaims excitedly.

at first, you’re a bit tentative to grab all the items you do. you’re used to never knowing what will fit and being sent into a spiral whenever something is too small. but your friends keep adding things to your pile.

once your cart is full, you guys head to the dressing room. there aren’t enough for all of you.

“you and - should share!” one of your friends tells you. “you guys are the skinniest ones so you’ll fit best,” she adds jokingly. you go to protest, but as you look around you realize that you are one of the skinniest two.

trying on clothes is amazing. the only time that things don’t fit is when they’re too big, but half the time, that only makes the clothes look cooler on you. every time you put on something new, your friend tells you how good it looks.

the friend you’re sharing a change room with is trying on an amazing pair of shorts. they have a cool movie star print and you tell her jokingly that you wish you’d found them first because they’re so unique. she laughs.

“if they don’t fit me, they’re all yours!” she says. you laugh. she’s incredibly skinny, so you can’t imagine that they wouldn’t fit her. she has a waist to die for and her thigh gap looks miles wide. you can’t help but wish you looked more like that. you distract yourself by throwing on a long dress that covers up your body. beside you, your friend struggles to button the shorts. she slides them off and turns to you.

“they’re all yours!” she says.

“if they don’t fit you, there is no way they’ll fit me,” you tell her.

“what do you mean? come on, just try them out,” she says. you wonder what she’s talking about when she asked you what you meant, but you figure that even if they don’t fit, it will be a good reminder that you need to keep working.

you slide the shorts up your legs, admiring the pattern. you prepare for the worst as you try to button them. to your shock, the button closes easily. in fact, as you turn to the mirror, you notice that there is a little gap between the waist of the shorts and your back.

“those look so good on you, you have to get them!” your friend exclaims. you smile as you look at your self.

[bonyhandswithcigarettes]

My friend: Love how you like another boy who looks like a spaghetti noodle

Me: Hey this one weighs more than I do this time

My teacher: You are skin and bones. What boy weighs less than you?

Me on the inside: SO YOU THINK IM SKINNIIIII

(Also this isn't meant to be disrespectful to skinny boys, y'all are very cute too and deserve love just as much as a muscular boy or chubby boy ❤❤)

[palecalories-blog]

summer [thinspo imagine]

you are at your ugw. today is the day you went shopping for swimwear. you don't even have to worry about it because you always look perfect in everything you try on. you choose many diffrent models, all in the xs size. in the changing rooms you first try on a black bikini set. this one is a really basic one but it looks more than stunning on you. it shows off your tiny waist and also you don't have to worry about stomach rolls showing because you don't have any! your back fat, muffin top and arm fat that were once there are gone now. you have a thigh gap and absolutely no cellulite, your legs look perfect. your tummy is flat and your arms are really thin. next you try another bikini, this one has stripes. you can finally wear it, because horizontal stripes don't make you look fat like they used to. you decide to also try a one piece swimsuit. this one is a pastel pink colour and you look sooo cute in it. you used to wear a one piece swimsuit to hide your body (but it still didn't help to) and people said "she is only wearing that cause she is fat" .. but today you're wearing it to embrace your body. even your ribs show through the swimsuit and you look really good in it. you decide to buy both, a bikini and a swimsuit. you come home and do a body peeling to make your legs look even smoother, then moisurize. you don't even waste much product because you are so tiny! you are now ready for tommorow. you're going to the pool with your friends. you'll be finally confident and having fun instead of being insecure 24/7 and worrying about looking fat like you did last year.

- not pro just using tags -

[coffeendieting-blog]

thoughts

what sucks is that my mom would love to see me lose the amount of weight i plan on. She’s always made me feel so bad about myself, saying stuff like “why is all your concerned about food” “you need to cut your eating in half” “your just a lazy slob” it hurts. she would love to see her daughter become this thin, model looking teen. how she would brag about my weight loss and how i’ve “never looked better” without a question about how it was done and no concern. as long as i’m skinny, she would love it. she would no longer care if i wear crop tops, and she would actually let me wear low waisted, revealing bikinis. i would finally be the kid she brags about.

[lovelycoldmornings]

first person imagine

8:30 a.m.

I open my eyes slowly, blinking parts of the sunlight away.  It’s early.  I sigh, realizing I won’t be able to fall back to sleep. Yet, I’m not disappointed because I feel well-rested.  Slowly, I push my feet out from under me.  My legs stretch to the floor, and I tilt my head. “Hm, you look smaller today.” 

I smile, a bit of pride swelling inside of me.  With the sun on my back, I walk to the bathroom, swinging the door open and immediately catching glimpse of the scale.  After I use the restroom, I pad over to the small-silver platform.  

I take a deep breath and wait as the number shines on the screen. 

“Are you serious.” I say out loud, unable to hold my tongue. I am two pounds under the ultimate goal weight I set for myself just six months ago.  I’m almost crying.  I step off and step on one more time, just to make sure. 

My eyes do not deceive me.  I turn to the mirror and start to run my fingers over my body.

My collarbones are jutting with a force.  My thighs do not touch any longer.  If I stretch up enough, the tips of my ribs show, just the way I like it.  I turn to the side, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me from the front. 

I’m soon met with a slim figure staring back at me.  My stomach interlocks with my hips.  They are one. There is no distinction between the two, and I realize I am flat.

I run my fingers over my arms, squeezing my tiny wrists and shaking my head. 

It’s unbelievable, but I see it in front of me.

Quietly, I go back into my bedroom and grab my cell phone.  I open the Tumblr app and lightly tap the words,

“I did it.”

[sadnervouspancake-blog]

story time

okay so little story time for motivation, so you know how people have their own dream scenarios about weight loss well here’s mine

i’m at my house at Christmas time and its snowing and my whole extended family shows up and my bony ass walks in to see everyone low key whispering about how skinny I’ve become 

like thats it just me being skinny for Christmas (sorry about how terrible I am at telling stories)

[bytyfyl]

you pull up your car out side of L’s house. you’re nervous but you’re less nervous than you were expecting to be. you pull out your phone and text him to tell him that you’re outside. he replies with a :) and moments later he opens the door. you hop out of the car. your thighs are so slight that, despite the muggy heat, they barely pull against the warm leather of your seat. he smiles at you, inviting you in. you feel a tug in your stomach, from hunger or happiness, you’re not sure. something posesses you to skip up to him. he’s laughing when you get to him. he slides his arms around you pulling you in. weirdly, he smells as good as you imagined.

this is so much less awkward than you imagined it to be, you think so your self as you follow him up the stairs. you take in his house as you follow him, ignoring the dizziness that comes as you climb the stairs. his room is clean, the bed carefully unmade. you beeline to his guitars.

“i know you think you’ve lost your touch, but please play something ?’ you beg with a teasing smile.

he sighs and pats your head, making you smile. you shiver a bit, from happiness and cold. L pulls the guitar down from the wall and moves to sit on his bed. you flop down next to him as he strums something.

‘let me teach you a few chords,’ he says.

his hands are so much larger than yours as they guide your fingers through the tune. His face is so close to yours. you turn and press your forehead to his. he smiles and kisses you, lifting the guitar out of your lap. he pulls you onto his lap and you have to suppress the momentary panic. you calm down when you see your legs next to his. you look breakable in comparison. it is almost comical. you shriek as he suddenly stands, your legs still wrapped around his waist. he laughs at you.

‘there’s no way i could drop you. no offense, but this is easier than carrying my dog,’ he says into your neck. you don’t loosen your grip on his t shirt, but you think of his tiny dog and feel a bit better. you don’t have the heat to tell him that you weren’t worried about being dropped. you were worried about him feeling the weight of ur body, you were worried that he’d be disgusted, or that he would awkwardly struggle to hold you. but he doesn’t.

you both drop to his bed, giggling and kissing, moving across each other’s skin. His hands slide across your rib cage and he laughingly counts them as his fingers press against each rib. your heart swells.

you’re laying in ur bed, a week after you and L last hung out. you’re looking thru your camera roll, and you come across the pictures you took the night after. there are bruises blooming across your neck and your collar bone. they make them look even more gaunt that usual, the sharp bones emphasized by the purpling around them. your cheeks heat as you think about it, the way he pressed his fingers against ur stomach while inside you, cuz he could fee himself, see himself in the smallness of your stomach, him laughing about how he was ‘shocked it all fit’ in your slight body. and the best part is, he was right. you may not feel it most of the time, but you’re tiny. you’re breakable. compared to most people, you look almost silly, more fae than human. and he likes that.

[bonyhandswithcigarettes]

we played volleyball in pe and I missed the ball and some kid said it's always the fat bitches who miss the ball so guess who isn't eating dinner now 😗✌️

[coffeendieting-blog]

thinspo imagine🌊

you wake up to the sounds of your loud alarm, as usual you groan and get yourself out of bed. you look in the mirror and smile at the thinning body before you. Your definitely not there yet, but you’ve noticed yourself shedding more and more pounds by the day. You remember that you have to get ready to leave for your big summer trip with your family, and your leaving in about an hour. When you get upstairs you smile at your mom and she smiles at you ear to ear. “all packed?” she says. You lightly nod and you notice her eye wandering down to your body. Your wearing a large t shirt and shorts, your usual sleepwear. “you look amazing honey, i’m so proud of you turning your life to the healthier side.” she says. you can’t help but get a rush of confidence as you think about what she just said. You head into the kitchen and brew yourself a coffee and grab a packet of calorie free sweetener. the soothing feeling of coffee on your empty stomach is so euphoric and you head back into your room to get ready.

Once everyone’s in the car, you start your roadtrip playlist and make yourself comfy. It’s a lot easier to sit comfortably you’ve noticed, as you take up less space and there’s less rolls on your stomach. As you overhear your parents start talking about a stop to mcdonald’s, you panic lightly. you know it’s only one meal, but that is a calorie loaded meal. You order a diet coke with small fries. “Are you sure that’s all you want? that’s just about nothing. But then again, your now getting skinny, so maybe that big appetite you used to have has suppressed.” you cringe at the comment your dad says with a smile, but can’t help in focus on the “your now getting skinny”

Once you arrive at your condo, you walk out to the balcony and see a pool. you get slightly nervous, as you fear what your family will say. you head into the bathroom and change into the high waisted bikini you bought with your mom a month back. you remember her “this is cute, it will hide everything that you’d need to hide.” comment. It’s so different now, as she offered to go just a few days back to get smaller ones as these ones “will probably be to big” you change into the set and look into the mirror and your jaw drops. you notice your hip bones, there not very define yet, but you can actually see them. your ribs are starting to show slightly, and if you suck in you can see ribs, unlike a month ago. you know there’s work to done, but can’t help but be proud at the progress.

you walk down to the pool, a towel wrapped around yourself. you go and greet your family and see your favourite cousin. you and her have always had somewhat competed over looks, and who lost more weight, you give her a hug and she gets in the pool. you drop your towel and dip your toes in, cringing at the coolness. you look up to her to see her eyes widened, her looking you up in down. “um, you look uh, good i guess.” she says. “she turns her head back down but you can see her eyes still staring at your body. you smile at her reaction. you’re finally becoming the skinny, hot good looking cousin. life’s good.

[lovelycoldmornings]

the bathing suit // thinspo imagine

It’s two weeks before your vacation, and you told yourself that you would reach your UGW before then.  Being honest, you’re about 3 pounds off, but you have two weeks. You’re fine.

Yet, today is the day you decide to try on bathing suits.  So, you pull up to the mall.  You have an idea of what you want: something black, a bikini to show off your flat stomach and collarbones of course. You want it to be form fitting.   You didn’t do all of this work for nothing.

Quietly, being that you didn’t bring anyone with you, you browse the bathing suit racks.  You passed the bright colors, not wanting to give off that type of aesthetic.  Then, your eyes found the perfect bathing suit.  

It was black, and the sides of the bikini bottoms were crossed.  You didn’t mind the idea of tan lines there.  The top of it curved down to a steep V, and it was absolutely beautiful.  You found the bathing suit had three sizes: Medium, Small, and Extra Small.  You sighed, picking up the Medium and Small sizes. 

The dressing rooms were quiet.  You slipped into the second to last one and stood in front of the mirror.  Your thin sleeves were slipping over your knuckles as you turned to the side, pressing in the fabric of your shirt to catch a glimpse of the image you’re giving off.  Then slowly, you began to undress and pull the bathing suit on.  

You decided to start big, and although you didn’t want to be disappointed if the Medium fit well, you didn’t want to fool yourself. 

You adjusted the straps to the top of the bathing suit then positioned the bottoms over your jutting hip bones.  One look in the mirror, and a jolt of energy shot through you.  Although you’ve always been busty in the chest area, you still weren’t filling out the top. And, to put it bluntly, the crotch was saggy in the bottoms.  You smiled to yourself, realizing that you can actually fit into a small.

Eagerly, you took off the medium sized bathing suit and switched out the top first.  You were grinning as your chest was accented comfortably into the top.  Yet, when you slipped on the bottoms, you were shocked to find that they didn’t fill out as well either.  

With a rush of adrenaline, you quickly changed and put on your regular clothes, dashing out to the racks and yanking the Extra Small off the rack.

You were almost high at the thought of this. Never in your life have you fit into anything with an XS scrawled on the tag.

You turned away from the mirror this time, taking in a deep breath as you pulled the bottoms of the bathing suit up your slim legs.  After adjusting the material, you turned around.  Your eyes widened as you looked at yourself in front of you.

You were amazed at how beautiful you felt.  The bottoms fit snug against your bum, and you chuckled to yourself as you turned to the side to see how pert it was.  The top was a bit tight, but the feeling of it was still just as comfortable. Plus, you knew after a few times wearing it, it’ll adjust to your body. 

You were nearly jumping for joy, spinning and posing into the mirror.  You weren’t ashamed or embarrassed.  You felt good.  You felt great.

It wasn’t for anyone else.  It was for you.

And you couldn’t be any prouder.

[bytyfyl]

i always think about casual pictures. like phots that aren’t even about the body. i have so many photos of me laying around with friends or of a view or something that i just happen to be in. imagine looking skinny in those. imagine being so skinny that it distracts from the rest of the photo. imagine still looking incredible even in photos where you’re supposed to look bad.