Like truly who am I supposed to be?
I am 5"5' SW 125lbs .... CW 119lbs...... GW 115lbs..... UGW 96lbs.......
Just a girl who wants to be accepted.....
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death-on-the-runway’s BOTW
There is no poll this time, I will be choosing the winner on 7th of June.
rules:
- You have to be following death-on-the-runway
- Reblog this post 5 times max for a better chance
- Don’ like ‘cause I skip them
- This post must get 100+ notes
what will winner get:
- Page on my blog for a week
- Solo promos every day to 9,000+ dashes
- 3 screenshot promos
- Light Glass theme (if wanted)
you will gain!
Source: death-on-the-runway
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lol I’ve been called everything on here.
and I’m not even a lesbian.
makemethin99: Let’s just say…Catholic school was rough.
Source: just20secondsofcourage
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So you think purging is beautiful? Check out those hot scabs on my knuckles! Created from hours of teeth relentlessly grinding against my skin. As I shove my hands down my throat, I can feel them being destroyed along with the rest of my body, what’s left of my sanity , my friends and my family. I taste the blood before the puke splashes back into my face, and I can practically feel the acid as it eats at my teeth. My face goes puffy like air has been pumped into it, and my eyes get bloodshot like I have been beaten up. Then comes the clean up where I get to stick my head right under the toilet bowl to make sure there is no puke left. I get to scrub it while I cough up blood. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is at night when the guilt literally eats me away. It tortures me and keeps me up until the early hours of the morning, screaming that I am a failure. Eating disorders are so far from glamorous and joking about them and aspiring to have one is beyond pathetic.
Source: flowersinbonecages
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Even when we choose recovery, many of us are still clutching the last threads of our unraveling eating disorders because we’re simply afraid to live. We don’t trust ourselves. We have no faith that we’re going to make it through the next emotional upheaval. It’s heartbreaking because we we do have the ability to tolerate those gut-wrenching feelings, and they do pass.
Source: a-recovered-life
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