My problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave,
I weighed out every option, that scale’s not fit for advice.
Medical language won’t ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail
as it’s frame.
you know I’d leave it alone.
We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures
taking control, oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Every month I get my period is just a reminder I have enough body fat to support two people.
The sound of my room mate chopping food in the kitchen just serves as a painful reminder of how abnormal I am, not having prepared any dinner for myself in a couple of days now.
The only times I come out of my room these days is to use the bathroom.
The horrible paradox of suffering from both depression and food issues is that there is no such thing as comfort food.
Someone recommends chocolate to make you feel better? It’s only going to make you feel worse.
She wanted to find a way to love them in death, because she forgot how to love them in life.Sherman Alexie (via felicefawn)
I should probably warn him about myself.
I’m just not sure how.
I skipped dinner because our date was right after my class (I didn’t tell him this). I managed to refuse his offer of buying me a brownie. I don’t know how long I can go without having to eat around people again tho.