Kitten

Starve now. Eat later.

So you pick your “safe” outfit. Sure it’s long pants and a zip up hoodie, close toed shoes with your hair down, and sure you’ll be hot as fuck. Sweating profusely while everyone else is wearing their cute crop tops and short shorts. But you would rather go through that sweaty miserable state of uncomfortablness and feel half way decent in your clothes, than go out in public feeling like a fat tub of lard.

Knocked Loose // Counting Worms

Imagine being able to wear crop tops in summer, and cute bralettes to parties. Imagine actually being invited to parties, imagine being able to wear shorts and not look like a whale but instead look cute and delicate! Imagine being able to sit on your partners lap without fear of squishing them with your fat. Imagine being able to go out and hear people whisper things behind your back like “does she even eat” or “oh god look how thin she is” and “I wish I had her body”. Imagine being able to feel confident about your body. Imagine being able to post pictures of yourself, imagine being the thinspo instead searching for it. Imagine not being the fat friend! Imagine all the looks of envy as people see you walk down the street. Imagine going into a store and asking if they “have a size smaller” only to be told “sorry, we don’t stock a smaller size”. Imagine looking dainty in over sized sweaters, instead of having them fit you. Imagine having your partner able to wrap their hands around your waist, and being able to pick you up. Imagine getting piggyback rides from your friends, instead of being the one giving them because you know you’re too heavy for anyone to carry you. Imagine being able to throw on anything and still look good because, everything looks good on skinny. Stop imagining. Start doing. Stop imagining skinny, and start working for skinny.

Skinny is not always healthy and too skinny is possibly worse than too fat.