If I for some reason ever end up having kids of my own I will never ever comment on their body, their weight or compare them to other children, not even their siblings, and then try to soothe them by telling them they're just built bulky. No. I will definitely not be encouraging of they may be overweight and - fucking (un)surprisingly - eat less. And if they lose weight, I won't comment on how grown up they look now with all the face fat gone or grab their ribcage and act fucking impressed or openly diet in front of them or fucking WALK INTO THE ROOM TO WEIGH MYSELF EVERY DAY WHILST I LITERALLY STAND THERE LIKE đ§đ˝
And if I notice my kid is âving themselve I'm not going comment on it constantly and never do anything, and I won't just shut up when they suddenly begin eating again, devouring everything in sight and all the other things.
And if their Grandma does any of these things I'm just not going to let them see each other when I'm not around. Because I won't have her feed them every fucking calorie in the house just because she didn't give a shit, and then have her try to gossip about my weight with my Mom and keep fucking comparing me to my sister and shit there is so much more and I'm sorry for the rant
âdo you struggle with an 3d?â Clearly. I keep binging.
Okay. Just because I've always been fat or chubby or "average" doesn't mean it has to stay this way forever.
Bought these protein bars today
I'm planning to have one for breakfast each day next week, because I need to fucking stop binging once I get home from school and maybe eating something before school will help
I kinda came out to my friends yesterday? We were talking about celebrity crushes and I mentioned that I used to have a huge crush on Katy Perry, and my friends were just "Oh Really?" but they were cool with it and I'm so glad... It's just the next morning we did some kind of blind karaoke thing and my one friend was like "I got the perfect song for you!" And it was a Katy Perry song but one which I didn't recognized đ
So that was kinda embarrassing but whatever
Bread. Bread is my worst enemy. I am more than convinced of its evil intentions towards me, but I will thwart this dastardly beast as well.
I have to calculate the perfect time to cut because of stupid swimming classes at school, so they're healed as much as possible when the next lesson takes place
It's fucking stupid honestly
Hello!
I'm E. I kind of got a lot of interests and then none at all, but my hobbies are music (especially Cello and singing), art sometimes, science, movies and shows, Hermitcraft and my ed.
It's what I'll be posting about mainly, so dni if you aren't fine with seeing content about eating disorders. I'll probably talk about self harm as well.
By the way, my languages are English and German, so even though I'd say I'm relatively fluent in English, errors can still happen, soooo do be forgiving I guess :)
This is a shitty intro post and I might update it later, but I'm lazy af so who knows if that'll actually ever happen.
Always looking for mutuals! :D
Stats below cut
Height: 173 cm (5.8ft)
Hw/Sw: 70.4kg (155lbs)
Cw: 65.6kg (144lbs)
Gw: 65.0kg (143lbs)
Gw: 60.0kg (132lbs)
Gw: 55.5kg (122lbs)
Gw: 50.0kg (110lbs)
Let me know if I messed up with the imperial units lol
I'm fat why am I still fat
Oh it's cuz I eat food like the fucking fat ass I am I fucking hate food and I need to be skinnyyyyyyyy
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The monster cans have got to be at least a quarter of the experience, heck, a third. Have you ever looked at them closely, because man, these designs are just STUNNING.
(Today I some monster into a glass to check it's color like a normal person just does, and drinking from the can in comparison was just. So much better.)