the feeling is coming back again: the feeling of needing collar bones and spinal bones, and hip bones and thigh gaps. its all coming back slowly but surely. and the minute i let my guard down, is the second i need it all back. the need to watch what i eat, to look at myself in the mirror or reflections and see this unattractive thing, and then weigh myself, to make sure what i see is true. disgusting. i just want to be skinny & beautiful, why is it so hard?
♡ following back ALL new followers until i find a tumblr girlfriend ♡
remember when u were 9 and u were carrying ur little razor scooter and it would hit ur achilles and it felt like the earth was collapsing
there are approximately 1,013,913 words in the english language but i could never string any of them together to explain how much i want to hit you with a chair.