meanspo 🐝

daintybabie:

i wrote this for myself a while back and thought i should share it! meanspo/anti-binge thing.
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i can’t fucking believe you. how could you do this to yourself? to your friends, to your goddamn boyfriend? you know why you have “friends”. they’re just there because you can make jokes. you’re not pretty. you’re not thin. although those are basically synonymous, aren’t they? you know, you could always lose 5, 10, 20 pounds more. you could be gorgeous. dainty, ethereal, angelic, godly, perfect.
but you’re not. and do you wanna know why?
i think we both know the answer to that.
it’s because you’re constantly stuffing your fat fucking face, lard ass. god, i can hardly stand to look at you, covered in all that disgusting, doughy fat, piled all on top of your bones.
your bones. your beautiful thin frame, completely enveloped. it’s fucking unbelievable. i didn’t know whales could survive on land before i saw you.
the way your tummy sticks out in every single shirt you have, even if they’re oversized. the way your thighs shake and jiggle with every step you take. the way your entire fat body creates ripples on your skin anytime you’re hit or even just slightly touched. absolutely horrid.
your boyfriend is disappointed in you, you know that? he shudders at the thought of your fat body. he may be able to hide it well but we all know that deep down, he’s disgusted.
but he stays with you. he’s still dating you, believe it or not, because he knows you have potential! you’re not completely masked from the idea of being thin and beautiful; he knows that.
we’re all waiting for you to become thin, gorgeous, dainty, perfect, breathtaking, every positive word out there, all synonymous with that four letter word.
thin.
so. still want that bite of food?
didn’t think so.