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No really, you’re not. For real.
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I gotta say something. If you’re hungry, like reeeaaally hungry….eat.
I know you’re scared. Hell, I am too, but you have to eat to stay alive. If you’re just bored, yeah I can understand not eating. But if you’re seeing fucking stars, then eat.
I want y’all to be safe, alright.
“At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body. I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter. And that, that’s what love is.”— Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)
That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful(via ourdaysarenumbered13)
I got shivers just now
if youre reading this i am so sorry that youre following me bc that means youre probably going through the same thing i am and i hope you all can find peace in your lives and beat your illness, disorder, sadness
“At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body. I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter. And that, that’s what love is.”— Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)
That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful(via ourdaysarenumbered13)
I got shivers just now
Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight
THIS WORKED FOR ME! I lost 1.8 lbs overnight & hit a GW
Not risking it lol
need
This never fucking works for me but I guess I’ll try it. Please please please 😦 I need one
Honestly this worked for me last time lmao so I am gonna do it again
Please
I’m desperate….don’t judge;-;
fasting
1-6 hours: body burns glycogen
6-72 hours: body burns fat
72+ hours: body burns protiens ( body starts burning muscle, tissue, etc )
1-2 weeks: may die from lack of minerals or heart failure
3 weeks- 70 days: death
( this all may vary depending on weight and activities )
i keep losing this and looking for it again, i fucking LOVE. THIS. anything above six hours and you’re actively burning fat. tell me that’s not addictive as FUCK.
A reminder
It is 100% okay and you do not need to punish yourself if you eat more than you planned. Maybe you had an exam the next day and needed the energy, maybe you were about to pass out, maybe you were just hungry or maybe it was absolutely none of these reasons at all and it was something completely different.
But
You do not deserve to be punished for giving into a basic human need. Period.
I love that, in the ana/ed community, we don’t shit on people’s starting weights.
You started at 250 and therefore were medically obese before you got sick? That’s okay. I’m sorry for your sickness.
You started at 150 and so was only slightly more than healthy and what may have been an attempt to lose a few pounds became a tragic illness? That’s okay. I’m sorry for your sickness.
You started at 130, and was physically healthy beforehand but this is not a healthy option so you’re not anymore? That’s okay. I’m sorry for your sickness.
You started underweight already, but you can’t stop seeing yourself as obese? That’s okay. I’m sorry for your sickness.
We don’t care about people’s starting weights because one pound down on one person brings a smile to a lot of other people’s faces.
Anorexia is a sickness, and it shouldn’t be praised, no matter what. When we congratulate people on losing weight, we’re pushing ourselves to do the same. It’s fucked up and we know it.
But you can get better. And it’ll all be over one day.
– 23/10/2018
(All weights compared to 160/5’3)
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