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20 years old. pothead. cat lady. loves tea and astrology. chain smoker. unemployed. sporadic blogger when in emotional distress. I also have and eating disorder most of the time and I'm highly likely to actually bipolar which explains my sporadic blogging. Also I have a job now but I can't edit anything right at all because I'm high.

Anyway I used to weigh like 210lbs and I was a fatass and now I'm just normal and trying to not kill myself all the time. My mom thinks I'm an alcoholic but I'm actually not so that's good. I have absolutely nothing productive to add to the conversation most of the time. Ask me anything

September 19, 2010

50 reasons why.

vivaforeveryoung:

breakingskinny:

120lbs:

108orbust:

So that you can try on clothes without wanting to stay in the fitting room, curl up into a ball, and die

So that every and any photograph taken of you from any angle will look good.

So that you won’t be the fattest girl out of all your friends.

So that boys will think of you as girlfriend potetial, not that funny girl who’s kind of chubby.

So that all your old expensive clothes fit again

So that you’re cheek bones will resurface

Because skinny girls can get away with, making any face, wearing any outfit, or having any hairstyle

So that you don’t look like a messy slob with no self control

So that you’re friends respect you for something other than the fat, funny, goofy grandma who couldn’t possibly be their competition

So that you’re arm flab doesn’t spread out when you rest your arms on your side

So that pool parties aren’t a horrific nerve racking occasion, where you are constantly toting around a towel, but everyone knows what you’re covering

So you’re giant jiggling pockets of sagging fat that you call your breasts disolve

So that people whisper about how skinny you’ve gotten behind your back

So that you when you sit, no matter what you’re wearing your stomach remains one flat perfect board

So that you never have to worry about your disgusting love handles oozing over the edges of your too-tight pants

So that you can rush out of the house in jeans and a t-shirt and look like a model

So that you don’t look like a fat little kid anymore.

So that you make your parents proud instead of being their fat-ass daughter without any self control

so that you’re boyfriend will be proud to show your photo, or you off to his friends

So that you can wake up in the morning without trying on a million and a half outfits and looking fat in each one

So that when someone asks “Who’s insert your name here?” The answer is “That really skinny chick.”

So that your self control, your amazing dicipine shines through for everyone to see.

So that when you’re drunk at a party you don’t have to worry about your shirt riding up and everyone being exposed to your disgusting fat rolls.

So that there is a space between your legs.

So that the shorter the shorts, the better.

So that you’ll be referred to as the pretty one

So that he(or she) can hoist you over their shoulders with ease

So that he can tickle you without you feeling like he’s fondling your rolls.

So that your collar bones could poke an eye out

So that you’re hip bones will hurt people when you hug them

So that your stomach goes straight from stomach to bikini area, no little fat protrusion at the bottom inbetween

So that no matter what angle, or how hard you try it is physically impossible for you to have more than one chin

So that your shoulder blades are litterally blades

So that your ribs are always showing, not just when you stretch

So that nobody even remembers that girl you used to be

So that you’re delicate and graceful

So that anybody who’s ever teased you, called you fat, called you ugly, called you a bitch will see you and think how they were so wrong.

So that he, the boy who broke your heart, will look at you now and think “wow I made a mistake”

So that when people do see you eat they will not be thinking, “put down the fork fatass”

so that your animal counterpart will be a gazelle, not a cow.

to prove yourself, to rub it in all their faces

so that when you try on your friends clothes they’re too big

so that being how ever weird crazy or outthere you are is acceptable because you’ll look good doing it

so that if god forbid someone finds out that you’re starving yourself they don’t say “really? But you don’t look anorexic”

Because who wants a fat daughter, best friend, or girlfriend

so that you’re better than her

so that everything is finnally perfect

or so that at least you’re perfect when nothing else is

So you’ll be that girl.

Because EVERYTHING, I mean every single thing about your life will be better when you are finally finally skinny.

I made this list while fighting a binge. Its a great way to discourage yourself from over eating.