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How do I explain that me wishing I was dead, wishing I’d never woken up and wishing I’d never been born are three very different things?

Why do I still have the urge to comfort eat despite the fact that eating is one of the least comforting things I subject myself to

losing weight takes so fucking long like i literally just have to sit around and not eat? annoying

loosing weight is so hard when that same exact voice in your head that tells you you’re ugly and fat and disgusting says that it’s ok to have that piece of cake. and it’s ok to have another. and another. and another. and then afterwards, it blames it on you.

the feminine urge to lose 20 kgs, grow my hair out, dye it black and buy a cute pearl necklace all within the next 15 minutes