Twed - Tumblr Posts
witam was bardzo serdecznie!!
jestem nowym motylkiem na tumblrze,, a bardziej gąsieniczka ;((
nie żeby coś!! ja używam tumblra już jakiś czas, a swoją przyjaźń z Ana utrzymuje rok
wiec potrzebuje wsparcia od innych motylków
mam nadzieję, że mnie dobrze przyjmiecie!! 𐦍𐦍
moja reakcja gdy ta jedna atencjuszka na grupie klasowej ustawiła sobie nick "🦋"
girl, what the fuck, but i know...
japierd0le, moja matka teraz tak kurw4 zwraca nagle uwagę na to, czy jem posiłki.
I like everything about ed really....
But feeling cold all the time ?
Please no
I can feel bad physically but not cold
Even fireplace is not helping
Look at me!
It's worth living for!
⚠️TW ed⚠️
When you skip breakfast and go on testing your limits by moving the time line
"I'm hungry, but I'll wait to the end of the class"
"I can keep this up. How about wait to 10am?"
"I got 10...maybe will do 11?"
Funny things about my ed pt 1
I eat less when I don't have any app on my phone where I can log my food
I don't know how it works but it does, I ain't complaining
⚠️Random body check ⚠️
I didn't plan to do so, but here is my random body check...I just happened to look at my legs in the reflection and here we are...kinda proud of it but that might be just an illusion
Anyway, let me know what you think or not...up to you
"Mum": What did you eat?
Me: Oh, just some grapes
"Dad": Nothing hot? That's not good
Me: Well...
"Mum": Don't you have any eating disorders?
Me: Fuck no!
And even if I did, I don't fit into the ICD/DSM criteria, so theoretically, no
// general vent
I’ve struggled with gaining weight my entire life, and having a 400+ pound mother who points out everyone’s weight and struggles to walk to the couch sometimes didn’t help, it just set into my head that I’m just destined to look like her and be ugly and repulsive like her, so developing an ed in response was my brain’s fucked it way to sort of prove that I’m not like her whatsoever, but I’ve neglected my diets and even drinking water to the point that I cannot face myself in the mirror without wanting to break it because I’m so fucking fat and gross now. I don’t know how my fiancée finds me attractive at all, and I refuse to believe that I’m so gross that I’ll keep buying making and hair dye and things to make myself feel better but all I’m doing is putting makeup on a pig and thinking it makes any kind of difference. I’m repulsive. And it’s my own fault. But I refuse to sit and wallow in any more self pity; I choose now to do better with drinking my water daily and actually paying attention to what I’ve been shoveling in my massive tubby body. I am not like my mother. I will not end up like her. I am not her.