Just make me smoll

Height - 6’2 (yes seriously) ❤️😂

Pronouns - female ❤️

Weight - …230lbs (104kilos) 🫠🔫

Ugw- 170lbs ( 77 kilos)

Please keep in mind I’m tall. My goal weights have to be different from yours. I’ve never gotten below 170 and not been in hospital. Please be kind.

Age- 19

Sexuality- very bisexual

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Okay so I guess I wanna start this with this is just me venting. I have all of my family blocked from seeing this, and a huge bulk of my close friends. My mind is on a bit of a race track right now so I’m venting here.

On April 30th at around 4 am I woke up to a man in my apartment. He was standing at the foot of my bed. And I wish I could express to you the immediate pit that landed in my stomach. As a young woman living alone it’s one of my worst fears. He was very very drunk. At the time I lived in between two bars one on either side of my apartment complex so we get a lot of foot traffic at night from them. So I’m assuming that’s where he was coming from. I Immediately started yelling at him to get out and I repeated that over and over again. He said okay and just walked over from the foot of my bed and directly next to me. I wasn’t wearing any clothes. At the time I slept naked. I live alone I was comfortable in my own bed and in my own apartment. I yelled at him to leave again and he said he couldn’t do that. Things have become very blurry in the past month I remember begging him to tell me what was going to happen and he said it was best I didn’t know and he took off his pants. After realizing he wasn’t going to tell me what his plan was I told him I would do whatever he wanted I just wanted to know I was going to be okay after. He said he didn’t know. At this point I knew I just needed to by myself time to figure out what I was going to do and how I was going to get out alive. At the time I truly believed this was life or death and honestly I still believe this. My phone was directly next to me and it went off and I told him I was going to turn the notifications off and I dialed my moms number and immediately set the phone down. And repeated the words get out of my apartment over and over hoping she would get the hint that I needed help and I needed someone to call the police and tell them exactly where I was because I wasn’t able to. In the time he was in my apartment I was able to call her number three times and my dads once. But by the time I called my dad things on my end had escalated. He was on top of me. And I was assaulted. And I was shaking and crying so hard and just begging him to leave. He told me to calm down and he hit me. Hard in the head twice. And that’s when I knew I needed to fight. I kicked him off of me as hard as I could. I screamed fire. I screamed help I screamed everything I could think of and I kept fighting until I had him on the floor then I ran. I ran completely naked outside and to the next apartment building.

I now have court on Wednesday. They did catch the guy. And I’m absolutely terrified of seeing him again. I’ve been pretty solid on keeping myself together up until this point. But as the court date gets closer I get more and more afraid. And I honestly have zero idea what to expect or what to do.

So there you go. Here’s my rant. Thanks for listening I guess.