Fat.
It’s a word that’s sitting in my stomach with weights tied to its feet. It’s floating down past the food I binged and then it’s watching the purge; making the toxic cycle complete.
It’s eating up space in my mind, this obsessive outlook about the size of my thighs.
I think I’d be happier, more loveable, and more confident if I was skinnier. I lie to everyone and myself about wanting to lose weight to be healthy when it’s all about the exteriors.
I know it’s not true, just my brain trying to make me want it more, by using a twisted methodology it has always used before.
My beautiful brain tries so hard to be helpful but, the whispered insults about my body to spur on change are only making me miserable.
I remind myself that the clawing voices in my mind won’t go away because I’m thinner, and I won’t magically love what’s in the mirror even if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
But, I like the grass.
No, not the bits of green in the salad, but the blades that reside on the other side of the mirror, where I assume the stars all shine clearer and of course my body is the type of unachievable perfection I’ve forever been dreaming of.
body dysmorphia is my best friend - t.k.o.
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Untitled sketchbook wandering - ballpoint pen
BY GB WANDERER
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The vibe of today. I am her and she is me.
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I think this quote can be taken in both the perspectives negative & the positive. any thoughts?
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Nie robiłam tego bo mu obiecałam.....ale zrobiłam to przez niego
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HELP. // The Ghost and Molly Mcgee Fanfic
Story: https://www.wattpad.com/1284246061-help-the-ghost-and-molly-mcgee-au-chapter-1
I didn't like the old one, it's trash lol. (The red version)
Here's another drawing for the fanfic! (Yes, I'm lazy.)
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