November 2010
FUCKING FUCK.
Why can’t I just be content with who I am.
Why can’t I just be ok with having curves.
WHY THE HELL must I want to be so thin that my arm would break in multiple places if you pushed me.
Why can’t I be EXCITED for the holidays instead of fearful because it means more food and temptation.
Why the fuck does it bother me so much when I am full from drinking WATER. IT’S...
ohkayhere:
(pictures from canadiantire.ca)
Normally, I’m not a fan of non-traditional coloured Christmas decorations (‘cept blue, cause that feels wintery to me) but seriously, after a trip to Canadian Tire to look for lights for the windows I’m dressing in Brampton and stumbling on her gorgeous decorations, I would totally allow a baby pink / aqua / peacock themed decorations for my house.
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Self-mutilation.
Is my bffl.
“I was lying in my bed this morning and all of a sudden I got this really sharp...”
– awesome.
You know that feeling?
When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay. But no one’s...
“You won’t get there by making excuses.
You won’t get there by feeling guilty...”
– the one (via how2getskinny, 16andcrazy) (via letsgetlovelytogether) (via thinfor2010) (via onepoundatatimee) (via skinnymesoon) (via thinfuture) (via ohtobetiny)
NOvember.
ohtobetiny:
NO more negative body thoughts. NO more “I’ll do it tomorrow” NO more “one more won’t hurt” No more sitting and wishing for a thinner me NO more eating when I am not hungry NO more waiting for this to get easier NO more muffin tops NO more wobbly thighs NO more soft, round stomache NO more avoiding situations because I don’t like the way I look No more ‘buts…’ NO more ‘I can’t’ NO...
