I feel that.
I'm a fatty that needs to be made to feel like shit so that I actually lose weight; I'm a failure that can't do it myself.
Need someone to manipulate me into ana n be harsh to me bully me into being skinny
Best form of exercise to lose weight. Need a bf who calls me fat then fucks me tho
Low-key wanna have s3x just BC it burns cals...
"dont talk to ana coaches, theyre just perverts that want to talk advantage of you!" promise?? pretty please?
I want someone to make me worse! Make me get high and starve myself to be pretty for you, teach me my place and turn me into porn! It doesn't matter what I say, even if I cry, what matters is what you want to hurt me with! ❤️
You’re so pathetic. Look at yourself—every bite you take, every excuse you make, it’s proof you’re a failure.
Do you think people like you deserve to eat? They don’t. You don’t.
Every time you pick up a fork, you’re choosing to stay worthless. You’re choosing failure over progress, weakness over strength. And for what? A moment of comfort that you’ll hate yourself for afterward?
The hunger you feel? It’s what you deserve for letting yourself get like this in the first place.
It’s not punishment; it’s a reminder.
A reminder that you have work to do.
That you’re still not enough.
That you haven’t earned anything yet—not food, not pride, not the right to look at yourself without disgust.
Don’t you dare give in to your cravings. They don’t care about you. They just want to ruin you.
You’re not allowed to eat again until you’ve earned the right to exist in your own skin.
Not until you’ve suffered enough to make a difference.
The version of yourself you want isn’t built through comfort. She’s built through hunger, through pain, through sacrifice.
So do better.
Be better.
Because right now, you’re nothing. And if you give up again, that’s all you’ll ever be.
I've always had this fantasy where someone owned me kept me locked up in a house and I could only eat whatever they give me, small amounts, cum mostly, forcing me to starve. I'd get rewarded anytime I lost some weight but if I'd be stuck or gained any, gave any attitude etc, I'd be punished, spankings, rough fucking tied up for a day or two. I'd never be allowed to wear more than underwear and a bra maybe not even that. Being shaped into the perfect girl body and attitude by my captor is just so hot. Everything controlled by them. Maybe I'd be allowed to go into public again once they deemed my body decent enough but they'd have me wear whatever they liked I'd have a vibrator in, maybe my ass would be plugged as well. Just everything little detail planned all by whoever kept me.
Thinking about how hot it would be for a man to control my diet. Tell me how pretty I could be if I lost weight. How lucky I am he fucks me looking the way I do.
For him to record all my food intake and make me workout (naked of course), telling me how sexy I could be if I keep it up.
When I start losing weight he brings over new friends, telling me they wouldn’t have fucked me before but I’m getting so much hotter. Getting me used to the attention until I’m a skinny waist huge tits bimbo like I was meant to be. Walking down the street wearing nothing because my body is a work of art to show off. He can do whatever he wants to me now because my body is his. He shaped it, it’s his property now 😛
Hi I know it sounds like im a creep, but i saw one of the post you made about you needing someone to bully you into being skinny, and I was wondering if you'd still be interested. Cause personally I am so fed up with myself, and I hoped maybe we could support each other up? But yeaa.. Oh and please ignore this if you are a minor, cause i don't know your age and all
Hey! Don't worry I don't think you're a creep haha
I'm actually really bad at bullying other people but I'm up for trying to support each other?
Ps. I'm not a minor! I'm in my mid 20s :)
Forced intox but it comes off so sweet and encouraging
“You can take another shot, right princess?” “Is your glass empty? Let me get you some more!” and subtlety pushing you past your limit. Then when I’m fuzzy headed and blurry visioned, you guide me into the bedroom. “I’m just gonna take care of you, okay baby girl?” And then taking your hands and removing my clothes. “Shhh, I got you. This is gonna feel good.” As you put me down on the bed and slide into me.
Reblog if you’re a dumb tumblr sl*t with your hand rubbing yourself while you’re scrolling.