Tw: Talk of self harm, vent
So, we got this new girl in our class and she doesn't bother hiding her scars - they're all over her arms and look like they were quite deep and I don't know if I'm wrong or being an asshole for feeling like this, but a while ago I kind of told a friend of mine that I used to cut (I told her "used to" so she wouldn't actively worry and at that time, I was really trying to quit) and now we have to take these stupid swimming classes - and don't get me wrong, I'm actually glad I don't have these permanent bright pink scars (I have some which are like dents in my skin, but mostly mine are white or light pink) and I schedule when I do cut in a way they'll be as healed as possible for the next swimming period - and I just feel like such an attention-seeking crybaby now for having told my friend without even looking like it's bad - heck, maybe she didn't even notice at all, because she hasn't said a word to me about it!
And I feel so bad for feeling somewhat, well, competitive towards that girl in a way, because I didn't start off for attention at all and now the last thing I want is to be discovered probably, but I guess I'm just really worried about what my other friend thinks of me now, but I can impossibly bring it up to her-
It's just really something else when you see something on the internet, sometimes even as "motivation", than seeing it in real life.
I get so mad when my friends tell me like “omg I ate so little today, im anorexic” or “im soooo hungry i haven’t eaten breakfast”
Shut up. Literally shut up. I’ve been fasting for 3 days.
I'm so upset right now, because I've planned out every food I was going to eat for the day and it's been going so well, but now my parents insist they make something for the entire family to eat for dinner, and even if it's soup (and slightly lower in calories than what I would've had otherwise) I'm really quite angry I couldn't follow through with my plan :(
Also, I have no way to count the calories of what my parents cook and that makes it scary no matter what it is, but hey- they're making just soup
to cut or to not cut, that is the question. except im an addict and we all know the answer
I binged the second day in a row and I feel fucking awful
I really hate myself and I can never fucking let this happen again
Like yeah, eating more in the weekends is one thing, it's not ideal, but Ig eating maintenance for a day or two is fine
BUT NOT FUCKING STUFFING MYSELF UNTIL MY STOMACH HURTS
I hate, hate, hate myself
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 🧍🏽
And if I notice my kid is ⭐ving 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
Saturdays are always bad for me food wise
Not only do I have to eat at least two of the meals my family cook, but then I'm also at home most of the time and around food, and that becomes especially difficult when I have work to do I don't particularly enjoy.
I feel so fucking pathetic for this though but I'll have to find something that works for me, somehow.
feeling fatter than ever any oversized clothes but also being scared to wear anything else, because they're my only "safe outfits"
Are you ever so hyperaware of your body whilst in public and you’re trying not to burst into tears…. Hahah yeah me either