striving for p.e.r.f.e.c.t.i.o.n.

Chewing and spitting has become something I do more than I should. It’s a combination of my weakness, and it’s easiness. Oh dear me, I’m not sure how to quit.

striving for p.e.r.f.e.c.t.i.o.n.

Fine Folk

I have this God-awful habit.

Never stop believing that you can do this. It’s one of the most difficult things you will ever do, but you can do this, darling. You’re stronger than you could ever imagine..

Breathe. Hydrate. Deplete. I believe in you, sweetheart. Don’t give up just yet.

I’m very weak at the moment. Would any of you lovely people consider being a texting buddy? I need all the help I can get, and someone to text is always such a savior.

I just can’t deal with myself anymore. I have to lose the rest of this weight. It’s driving me to a point of insanity that nobody understands.

Hello gorgeous. Don’t eat, you’re doing fine.

Hungry? How about a nice warm cup of coffee? It’s an appetite suppressor and it tastes very nice.

I suppose this whole thing could be blamed on the grip of a mental disorder alone, but professionals tend to discount how strong we are, anorexia aside. In control, I’ve never felt so powerful.

Someday, if I keep this up, I might love my body. But in the mean while, Ana it is.

Simply put, you can live fat, and you can die fat. Or, you can live skinny and you can die skinny. That’s all there really is…