summer

I think i speak for every ED blog when i say that even though i hate myself and my body - i do not think the same about any of my followers.

Kiss my forehead and tell me how well him doing

Let me starve

Let me feel hunger in every inch of my body

At least I’ll be skinny

At least you might love me then

At least you won’t have to find other women to fill your voids

Women much different than I

Women who’s bodies were carved from glass

Beautiful and smooth

I am falling apart from within

Regurgitating your words with Sunday dinner

Stumbling to the kitchen to cook you dinner while my world spins in vertigo

I am nothing if not determined

Strong

A girl who has her mind made up

And a boy who has no problem watching her suffer