Do it for…
The skinny thighs
The jawline
The collar bones
The bony hands
The flat stomach
The stares
The concerned voices
The love for your own body again.
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Boyfriend: Have you been eating?
Me: Yeah
Also me: What’s ‘eating’
911 operator: 911 what is ur emergency?
me: *frantic* my parents made a big dinner and i can’t accurately calculate the calorie count please help
iF tHiS AiNt ME
Haha 😂
Me: one day, i’ll be skinny and then i’ll be pretty
My ed: what about your fucked up face, though?
Me: lmao true, fam
standing up and instantly feeling dizzy use to scare me, now i crave that feeling
it’s euphoric to me
“he doesn’t smoke but he smells like cigarettes
he smells like the last boy who didn’t listen when you said no
he drinks the same beer as your father
he looks like every man you pass on the street
i got rid of the underwear but not his voice
why do you still show up in every book i read
your name lays next to me at night
whispers in my ear while i’m trying to sleep
you join me in every shower i take
there’s no room for you here but you stay anyway
you are every person that accidentally brushes past me in a busy crowd
every boy after you still tastes like you
still tastes like gasoline”
me: *only consumes 10 calorie gum in a day*
me: why am i so tired? it’s only 8:00 pm?? lol what???
stop offering me food. just stop. I don't want it. I want to be skinny. I know where the food is. if I wanted it, I’d go and get some. stop offering me it. I don't need it. please, stop going on and on about fucking food.