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Anonymous asked:
Do you like wearing baby diapers too? Also have you ever changed a diaper before?
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It’s not pretty
Bulimia isn’t a long haired pretty girl bending over a toilet with a tragically beautiful face on. It’s a puffed miserable face with vomit dripping from it’s chin and a fucking nose bleed.Anorexia isn’t a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It’s hair growing over your freezing malnourished body.
Depression isn’t a model with running mascara staring into the sunset. It’s staring at the fucking ceiling at 4 in the morning with burning eyes because you can’t even find the motivation to close them.
Self harm isn’t lovely boys kissing your arms telling you you’re still beautiful. It’s nasty fucking scars that will be there forever and showers that sting.
Panic attacks aren’t burying your face into your lovers chest and them telling you everything will be okay. It’s feeling out of control and like oxygen has been taken from you.
Mental illnesses aren’t beautiful. They don’t make you special and don’t make people suddenly care about you. They’re monsters that destroy lives.
(via justanothersocialfuckup)
When I make him laugh, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
- girl: *puts on chapstick*
- boy: thats too much makeup (: you dont need that to be beautiful gorgeous (:
I dont know if i could fit into baby diapers but its worth a try (^ . ^) other than my own (or work) i havent changed a diaper!
A promise from my best friend Ana.
Theres a pretty girl inside
Shes there
I promise you.
Theres a perfect girl inside
Shes there
I promise you.
I promise.
Shes skinny,
her hair is long, shes so pretty.
Shes smart,
Shes funny, nobody breaks her heart.
Its the girl you want to be.
The girl everyone wants to be.
Shes there.
I promise.
Its easy to free her.
You do nothing.
You stop doing something.
Simple.
Starve out the bad. Uncover the good.
Its easy.
I promise.
You don’t want me.
I’m not the kind of girl you want to be around. You don’t want to talk to me. You don’t want to know me for too long.
You see my man.
I am the girl who promises her life to you.
I am the girl who leads you to believe that I care.
I am the girl who leads you to believe I absolutely adore you.
But you’re wrong.
I will destroy you. Leave you with nothing. I’m fucked up. And crazy. There’s demons inside me that crave to kill. Murder destroy.
I am the girl who flirts without flirting
I am the girl who is taken advantage of
I am the girl who fall way too hard and changed her mind.
My mind is a dangerous torrent of anger and sadness. All concealed behind the layers of joy and half hearted ditziness.
It’s all pretend.
Today…
someone: you should eat. you’re so thin, you look sick
me: *slightly offended* oh no, i’m not hungry right now
someone: i see through your skinny bitch lies, eat something you might pass out
me: IM JuSt NoT fUckIng HungRy
someone: *still pressing on* come on, you don’t need to lose weight i can fit my hand *grabs wrist* around your arm that’s not healthy
me: FUck OfF I’m NoT hUngrY, I ate literally 20 minutes ago
Who even are you? My nutritionist?
this christmas is the first one
she feels okay with eating cookies and
even though it’s still a serious struggle
two years ago she would have wept
for a calorie intake she now sees is
not too heavy but
perfect, healthy,
normaland maybe the sky gets dark quickly these days and
the world is cold and some of her clothes
don’t fit anymore buttoday she went out shopping with friends
and didn’t panic when they stopped for dinner and
only thought about how happy her family will be
when they see what she got themand maybe the battle isn’t exactly over
but last night in the car, she was able to talk about her sickness
and not dodge the fact that she has been in recovery
for a terrible illness and maybe she still snaps at him sometimes
when the voices get loud again
but he is no longer scared of
losing her to her
empty demonslisten little light of mine
no matter how dark the cave of your body gets
one day you’ll be able to enjoy
the holidays
again.