Like, I Didn’t Say I Was Ugly. I Just Said I Was Fat. DAMN.

I don’t need food to survive, I need control. Food = failure. I’m not thin enough to be accepted. If I eat, I’m a failure. I’ll be happier when I lose more weight. The less I eat, the better I feel about myself. I can’t be myself unless I’m thin. I’m disgusting.

My body isn’t good enough. Every bite I eat makes me feel out of control. Eating is a weakness. If I eat, I’ll get fat and worthless. I have to be perfect, and perfect means thin. I’ll only be happy if I reach my goal weight. No one will love me if I gain weight.

I feel so much better when I don’t eat. I’m not thin enough to be worthy of love. I’m not good enough unless I’m perfect. Food is a form of self-punishment. I can’t stop thinking about food and weight. The less I eat, the more I feel in control.

I’ll never be happy with my body no matter how much I lose. Being hungry is a sign of strength. If I let myself eat, I’ll lose control. I’ll never be satisfied with my body.

“Your so funny”

Thanks im not aloud to have to have ‘myfitnesspal’ on my phone

I’VE LOST THESE POUNDS BEFORE

goals✨

all pics from pinterest

trust me that taste is NOT worth the c@ls.

brain and stomach: can we get food

me: no we have food at home

food at home:

I can’t wait to be skinny over Christmas, ice skating in a thick jacket with my skinny legs poking out. I can’t wait to be skinny in the spring and wear light floral dresses without looking like a pig, maybe in an XS now, rather than a S. I can’t wait to be skinny and wear a bikini without the fear that people can see me jiggling past. I can’t wait for skinny girl summer. I can’t wait for next autumn, clearly skinny under my baggy clothes, looking good at Halloween because I actually have the body. I can’t wait to be skinny for the rest of my life.

“Just remember, in 20 seconds, the food will be gone. The taste will be over, and all that will be left is regret. Just like last time.”