codename-poison:

britts-butterflywings:

I don’t think I’m that sick…

I come in and out of this site, sometimes wholly devoted, sometimes uncaring.  I have phases where I eat a lot and feel relatively numb, and times where I b/p and care a lot, and times where I starve and care immensely.  But lately I’m more consumed with the need to buy a bag of cookies after work and devour them, and all the carbs I can snag away.

I’m obsessed with food more than I am with my body, but I always have this underlying craving to be thin and beautiful.  And it feels like an impossible dream.

I don’t really think I’m sick.  But I wish I could escape this prison of forever trying, and never being enough.

Same.