food equals
food = acne
food= fat
food = sadness
food = self hatred
starving= clear skin
starving= skinny
starving= happiness
starving= body goals
i know which i would choose
(via onemorecrumb)
Reasons To Be Thin (Part 2)
~To be able to borrow friends clothes and have them fit, or be too big in a small victorious way
~To be the skinny one
~To be called beautiful
~To not feel like crying every time you try on clothes in a store
~To feel comfortable
~To be noticed
~To feel fragile, yet graceful
~To wear heels and not have masculine legs
~To wear a tight dress
~To wear skirts
~To wear knee highs and not have your legs look like sausages
~To be happy and carefree
~To belong
(via sicklydainty)
Reblog if you honestly think you’re fat. Not just the ocasional “Ugh, I feel fat in this” or “I look fat today”, but when you feel fat 24/7 and you hate yourself because of it to the point where you would do anything to be skinny.
11. September 2017
(Source: alltheselittlevoices, via sicklydainty)
Reasons to be Thin (count.)
11. September 2017
✨ to be light on my feet as I glide down the stairs (I live on the top floor of my building)
✨ so that my skin will be soft and firm over my body and when my skirt slips up a little as I turn, long thin legs will peep out from underneath
✨ so that when I get my nails done, my fingers look even longer and leaner, not accentuating how chubby they are
✨to not have to use as much soap to keep my body clean. Just a few larger drops are all I need to clean my small frame
✨ for when I walk down the hallway to the bathroom to shower, I don’t get looks of disgust as my stomach bulges out from my towel, but instead it drapes over my breasts and along my legs, accentuating how thin I am
✨ so that when I go to parties, people will notice how long my legs look in black skinny jeans and the band tee I threw on with a cardigan is so loose my collar bones peak out from the top
✨to be the prettiest girl in my dorm building, the cheery one who always walks around the floors in fuzzy socks and slippers, an oversized sweater, tiny leggings, and a big cup of tea, whether I’m walking down to the computer lab or just chatting with all my friends
"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."
Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)
(via nakedly)
You are drowning yourself by overthinking everything. The next time you find yourself overthinking or beating yourself over something, picture something simple and put no thought into it. Look at the trees moving in the wind or take a moment to look at how beautiful this world is. This world is too beautiful for you to waste your time in unecessary thoughts that are just drowning you.
(via palerism)
