before: 160 lbs, depressed.
now!!: 136 lbs, still depressed also fatigued and hongry
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before: 160 lbs, depressed.
now!!: 136 lbs, still depressed also fatigued and hongry
mum: have you eaten?
me: yeah
mum: what did you have?
me:
stomach: feed me
me: *chugs 0 calorie drink*
stomach: thank god
stomach: wait
It’s okay if your trauma made you sex repulsed.
But there’s another outcome that isn’t talked about as often.
It’s also okay if your trauma has made you hypersexual.
Everyone is different, and there’s no set rule book for how you should be after a trauma.
It’s also okay if you’re both and/or fluctuate.
you all are far superior to your fathers don’t forget that
Yeah I have disordered eating habits and a skewed self image but I don’t tolerate fat shaming
Louder for the people in the back.
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.
being a girl is like thank you for the eating disorder
I know your ed won’t let you eat, but please find other ways to take care of yourself.
Get out of bed
Brush your teeth
Take a shower
Brush your hair
Put on clean clothes
Make a to do list
Complete what you can
Clean up your space
Call a friend
Get outside even just to get some fresh air
Do a face mask or wash your face
Read a book
Drink some water or tea
Cuddle up with a blanket
Any little bit helps
How to accept and love yourself a little more:
You are just so beautiful, my love. And I hope that you will soon realise this yourself. You are doing an amazing job and I love you so much.
you have made so much more progress than you realize. you will get past these bumps in the road, the bad days, the heartbreaks, and find you are stronger than you were before.
These all feel impossible and fake but I guess we’re attempting recovery in 2019
my dad: *makes me feel unwelcome, makes insulting jokes about me, yells at me when i start breaking down because of it all*
my dad: why does my kid never feel welcome? why isn’t she following my commands and sitting at the table with me?