when i was younger i really wanted to try turkish delight cause i figured it had to be pretty good if edmund betrayed his family for it
we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones
if i sigh loudly enough will all of my problems go away
Having an eating disorder is like being unable to stop touching a hot stove. You get burned over and over again, and yet, your brain continues to tell you to touch the red hot surface, even after your hand is blistered and destroyed. People look at you like you’re crazy, because they will never understand why you do it, because they know it’s completely illogical, but are powerless to stop you. And when you put your hand on the stove and hear the sizzle of your skin melting and the smell of flesh burning, you take your hand back and cry. You put it under cold water to sooth it, but the water dripping down your hand doesn’t stop the tears dripping down your face, because you know it will only be time before you touch the stove again.
Interesting analogy… but there are no rewards perceived from touching a hot stove, whereas there are many that people perceive that they get from eating disorders.
No one cares how high you’re getting today FYI
really close to my next thousand!!!! calories that ive consumed so far today
My thighs are bigger than my chances in life
the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand
plot twist: i actually died many years ago this is just a queue