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glass-heart-hymn:

I can’t imagine not being fat. I can’t imagine not being embarrassed when ordering food. I can’t imagine not trying on things in the largest size and handing them to the changing room staff because none of them fit. I can’t imagine not being paranoid when a group of people laugh. I can’t imagine not leaving the room to get changed so your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t look at you. I cant imagine not feeling guilty after every meal. I can’t imagine how it feels to not avoid mirrors. I can’t imagine not having your thighs rub together and create sores. I don’t want to be like this anymore

as-thin-as-fuck:

untexting:

Does anyone else get those random rushes of motivation like, “I’m gonna be so fucking successful dammit, watch me”

how do you make them last for more than 4 hours?