trynna be positive

I’m done being fat. I’m doing being this disgusting slug of a girl. I’m going to get thin, if it kills me or not. I will count calories; I will exercise; I will fast; I will eat safe foods. When I’m forced to eat with others I will cut it up into tiny little pieces and be the last one to finish. I won’t finish a plate. Water and tea and gum are going to be my best friends. I failed these past few days but I’m tired of being a failure. I will succeed. I will support others trying to recover. I will support being safe. But my true journey starts now.

I feel attacked so hard right now.

“You got skinny!”

“Wow I can fit my hand all the way around your wrist”

Jealous stares

Size XXS and 00

“You can sit on my lap since you’re obviously the lightest”

Beautiful in anything

“You’re so light!”

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride”

Confidence in dressing rooms

Bikini body

Dainty wrists

Hip bones

Collarbones that dip for days

Slender legs

Thigh gaps

“You look like a model!”

“How did you do it?”