(via moreskinnies)
at the clubs. in tight lace dresses and long hair and dangly earrings and high heels and big boobs and red lips and loud music and cute boys. skinny jeans and pretty shirts and fun shopping and walks of shame and cute bags and hot guys and tank tops and skinny arms and shiny rings and david yurman. bangles and lipgloss and vineyard vines and tory burch and flip flops and lacy thongs and hitting the sheets and diet coke and living like an angel.
being the person you’ve always wanted to be.
thank you so much! this made me feel so much better. im gonna hold on for a few more days and see how i feel. i don’t think ill tell my doctor either way, but thank you for telling me this!!
i try to, and every time i look back on what i’ve done im not happy with myself for it, but i cant stop when im in the moment. i would do it the healthy if i thought it was going to work, but i can’t help but feel guilty every time i put something in my mouth, let alone 1500 or 2000 calories in one day.
accurate. i didn’t know about the eating disorder part until tonight, but it’s been ten days on these meds and i definitely don’t feel like myself. i’ve cried so much today, sometimes for no reason, and i just feel gerenally lower than usual. i considered running my car off the road on my way home from anna’s. when i was there i fell asleep for a little while and i had a nightmare about cutting and i woke up and there were tears on my face and nobody noticed. seven people and nobody noticed. and i know they were watching the movie and i was not the top priority, but still. i just feel fragile. really fragile.