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Using my 13 year old body as th!nsp >>>>>>

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my bfs hand compared to my leg

posting again teehee cus got tworded

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No need to hurry, do it again

You’re all I see straight from my head

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Random th!nsp0

<3

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If you have time to eat you have time to workout.

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October thinspo 🍂☕️🚬

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Every year I go to edit my age on here.

It used to be 12. Back then I thought starving was the solution to all my problems. I idolized the girls in movies and books who became “sick”.

It used to be 13. Back then I figured out how to purge, and then my dinner wouldn’t count. My mom didn’t know how hungry I was, and she locked up the snacks so I didn’t overeat.

It used to be 14. Back then I balled my eyes out, because my boyfriend would hurt me if I didn’t get “thicker”. I still gave away my lunches at school.

It used to be 15. Back then my antipsychotics made me gain 50lbs in a year. I felt like I was an alien trying to burst out of my own body.

It used to be 16. Back then my friend burnt herself and I cut. We both told each other to stop, and we both wouldn’t eat unless we had perfect grades.

It used to be 17. Back then I ran and ran and ran. I practiced being pretty, and worried that no one would ever love me if I wasn’t thin.

It used to be 18. Back then I lost the antipsychotic weight, tried drinking and drugs, and didn’t sleep for days at a time.

It used to be 19. Back then I lost a full ride scholarship to college, and all my friends. I also met my husband that year, and decided to live alone. I was excited to live alone, no one would make me eat.

It used to be 20. Back then I worked at a psych ward. I lived off of energy drinks and instant noodles. I went back to purging.

It used to be 21. Back then I starved myself and obsessively read about ed’s. I stopped purging because my throat bled. Then I regained all the weight I lost that year.

Now I’m 22. I updated it to 22. That means I’ve been obsessively hating myself for 10 years. A decade. I have no idea what this year holds. Or the next 10.

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I’m obsessssssssed with princess paris 🌸🚬✨

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Babe it’s skinny girl autumn again 🍂

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goals ohmygod

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No this is so fr. I don’t want to die and I don’t plan on killing myself, but if I wasn’t born I wouldn’t suffer like this. If I could be in a coma for a bit I wouldn’t suffer like this.

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Every time you say ''fuck it, i don't care'' and eat that cookie or that bag of chips, there's a 100% chance you'll care later.

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I’m back to restricting harder. I forgot how tired and grouchy I get when I’m eating under my BMR.