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767) Thank you for having this blog, it is a place to let out my feelings to the world without anyone actually knowing it’s me. It’s like keeping the secrecy without any secrets.
aw, you’re welcome.
Aisha x
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766) One minute I’ll be telling everyone about how hungry I am, the next I’ll be reblogging photos of skinny girls telling everyone how much I want a thigh gap. I’m such a hypocritical, stupid bitch and I deserve to die. Also, today I hit 206lbs. I no longer deserve a place on this planet. Nobody loves me anyway. Nobody loves fat.
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763) I’m worried that once I get to a perfect weight, with nothing but clean, pure bones, I will still be too fat. What if I’m ‘big-boned’?
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762) I hate when my mom is standing near me while I eat so she can check if I ate, I can’t throw away food then..
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760) Every therapist should be someone that has recovered. Nobody can help unless they have been through it, they don’t understand the half of it.
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759) I feel like the people closest to me think I might be starving myself, or purging. I just can’t understand why they won’t confront me. Am I not skinny enough? Am I not damaged enough? The only thing I can think is that I’m not sick enough for them to care. Why won’t they stop me?
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757) The day after puking everything up is one of my best feelings. I feel so light and free. Is that wrong?
