THIS
Yeah, I’m back. 3 months of recovery, kind of. Not even. Oh well. I’m back. I got fat.
Gonna get skinny again.
Let’s do this shit.
Ate 550 calories today; feel like a cow. Awesome. Also currently considering confessing to a friend. Fucking terrified.
So I’m thinking I’ll try not to purge for this whole week; or at least six days.
I’m *hopefully* staying over at the boy’s house (!) next Saturday night…… I don’t want to be a nasty dirty fat bulimic when I get there.
Skinny & pure. I’ll earn that happiness. I’ve got my schedule packed for the next few days so I won’t even be home enough to b/p; hopefully. I don’t know if my body would hold up for another. I’m covered head to toe in “tells,” so I’m pretty sure he knows.
It’s been a day since I last weighed myself and I’m nervous as fuck.
If it’s under 133 I’ll be a happy girlie. But I think it’s gonna be more. Fuck weekends and no supervision and unstructured time and bulimia. This shit makes me fat.
hmm. the one night i’m really thinking about recovering (kinda) good ol’ kimya shows up on my dash. funny, universe.
reblogged for kimya, though.
not for recovery.
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I got disconcertingly close today. I’m actually not sure how that makes me feel.
I watch the Food Network all the time; it makes me feel like there are other people in the world that think about eating as often as I do.
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