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Repeating "I wanna be different," While gripping the sink and staring into the mirror.
VENT // TW
I js wanna be pretty, people always say I am but I js don't feel it. I don't feel anything. I look at myself in the mirror and feel disgusted with my reflection, whether I'm sat at my vanity with a full face and hair done, or if I've just lifted up my shirt and turned to the side. Nothing about me is pretty. I want someone to make me feel pretty, but its never gonna happen. Sometimes its really tempting to rip my ribs out of my body and cut off chunks of myself because it makes me feel physically sick to look at my reflection. I miss I could eat without feeling repulsed, when I didn't always look at literally anyone and always pinpoint something that I envy, when pretty privilege wasn't a thing and I could feel good about myself. I hate when the most gorgeous, jaw dropping people say their ugly, whether they truly think it or not its almost draining to hear it. It makes me angry to know the most beautiful people I've ever seen think so bad of themselves, because if their so ugly, then what am I? Like baby don't think like that, if I look at you I guarantee I can list the most amazing features on your face, how pretty your body is and everything I love about your appearance. Don't think like that, just look at me. Try do that with me, you cant, huh?
ola siganme ahre
someone: hey do you wanna hang out
me: i can’t bro i’m uglier than usual today
You had told them that's not how it works, you had warned them that the perfect body requires constant effort and hard work, but these people were too unhappy, too disgusted with their appearances to listen, to understand that they weren't ugly, nor overweight, nor repulsive to see that what they saw simply wasn't the truth. So, relenting, you asked them to get into the pose that would be easy to work with and took the money they had paid you to the sculptor. He examined the diagrams that had been left with the statues, the "perfect" body, and got to work, chipping away at the blocks of stone. He flattened the bellies and carved in pecs, shaped the hopeful features into those of models, carved away the extra fat that wasn't even an unhealthy amount. One woman in particular was so thin from starving herself, trying to get to an impossible weight, had arms so thin that in an attempt to sculpt them further, one fell off and had to be reattached.
The statues were shipped back at the end of the day. You brought them in to your studio and set up the usual sandwiches and water for them to eat when they broke free, but seeing how they had changed, you knew it would be better to set out a mop.
Midnight came, and as you desperately tried to sleep in your bed, the statues came to life. They were a horrible sight of mottled flesh, a patchwork of skin and muscles and bone where their very being has expertly been carved away. Their faces were ribbons, with large gashes where their cheeks had been shaved away. They cried in agony
"What have we done" "Help us" Save us"
But there was nothing to be done, as you tried to block out their tortured screams down the hall. You had warned them, but they didn't listen.
Morning came, and you awoke from the nightmares as you always did, and got to work mopping up the piles of blood and flesh that had once been people.
Everyone you touch turns into stone for a day. Recently a group of people beg you to touch them so they could be sculpted into the perfect body.
Anybody else hate their big breasts?
I lost weight but they are still too big
I'm not ... bragging?, but they are seriously bothering me and I absolutely despise them
I'd give them to anyone in a heartbeat, thinking of getting a mastectomy anyway
not me realizing every single cheerleader at my school is skinny with long ass hair
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Blogging about people’s influence of someone with an eating disorder(me)
My sister literally sat at the dinner table at the age of 12 like an ana person when that’s literally me and I still ate my whole plate of food, every dinner time she just stares at her place bc she has a natural tiny appetite and doesn’t eat any meals only small bites. I have anorexia like actually and she doesn’t so by her doing this sitting there not eating while I do and she’s a total skeleton and our parents don’t even care makes me feel like total sh1t.
I thought maybe we could go McDonald’s together and I wanted an Oreo McFlurry but she didn’t want one so I just didn’t get one I waited the whole week to go buy one and she just doesn’t get it with me so I can’t. Mf
I just want someone around me that eats properly to set a good example or send me to a clinic or psych ward to help me get over this bc no one knows or understands and can’t help. It gets worse everyday and she’s like the one who doesn’t have to eat and she doesn’t even have an ed and my parents always force me to eat bc they suspect me of an ed but I can never tell them they wouldn’t understand.
Please just send me to a psych ward
I can’t deal with being the only one eating i the whole family. My mum has a health condition where she can only have celery juice for few days a week and drops like a bunch of weight and my dad is keto so doesn’t eat any carbs and I all this diet culture around me makes me feel worse. I want to bake as it’s a hobby I enjoy but I’m the only one who eats it and ends up binging on whatever I bake so I can’t even do that anymore. My friend said to me should we get cake and then I was thinking about restricting and when she picked it up I ended up getting one and then she ate it super slow as soon as I finished she threw hers away just so I would eat it and she wouldn’t she doesn’t have an eating disorder she just has a small appetite.
God a need a fat diner guy in my life to take me to Perkins and f*ing eat with me to let me enjoy some pancakes or pie and let me not feel like comparing myself to all these dieting stick people who don’t even have eating disorders
LIKE IM THE ONE WITH THE EATING DISORDER NOW LET ME F****ING OWN IT. I SHOULD BE THE ONLY ONE NOT EATING AROUND HERE!