Self Care= Guilt

Self care= guilt

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My desires= guilt

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My purpose= guilt

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My existence= guilt

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UPDATE;

My sister got married and moved out to her in laws. I feel like I’ve lost her. Like she doesn’t care about me anymore. We barely see her and when we do I don’t feel close to her. It’s like there’s this boundary where someone else is getting her best. Her focus isn’t on me. It never was until I started to purge and restrict. Now I’m good again I’m invisible.

It makes me want to starve myself and I want her to notice.

New motivation unlocked I guess ❤️‍🩹

I might be an attention whore but it’s not cos I’m a Leo rising ♌️ 👀

Changing my tumblr name cos I’ve had enough and this is as close as I can get to a reinvention 💅✨WITHOUT CUTTING MY HAIR

And if you need motivation look at that number on the scale…

So funny story

When I first started taking my antidepressant the mental health care team accidentally gave me a schizophrenia medication instead 💀

Honestly indescribable but definitely uncomfortable…