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After 3 days of binge eating i just stand front of the mirror naked...

What I see? Fat,fat,fat,fat,fat,fat,fat!

When I wanted thigh gap,colar bones, flat stomack,hip bones,rib bones I keep eating like a piece of shit!

I need to control myself, when I see food I just can't stop eating, it is soo difficult but I need it! I need to lose weigh, I need to be skinny, I will die, I will die like this, I can't wear skirts,shorts,dresses,bikini. When I am going to family vacation I just sit at the sand and covering myself,staring at beautiful skinny girls, when I am at shpping in dressing room I am just sitting and crying, cause I can't fit in my favorite things😭

I will starve for whole june! I will starve soo hard, I will work soo hard!

Till my thighs don't touch!

Till i see my colar bones!

Till i have slim face

Slim hands

Skinny legs

Flat stomach

I can see my rib bones without sucking my stomach...

I am tired, tired of binge eating, starving😭

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

i need to be thin for the summer

My goals for this year🦑

Lose 15-kg before 4 july🦑

Lose 10 kg in July🦑

Lose 10 kg in August🦑

Lose 5 kg in September🦑

I want to be soo skinny, I want to feel my every single bone when I touch my body💫

I will post some updates with my pics

I will start water fasting tomorrow💧wish me luck💫

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P.s my name is Amy and I am 15 years old, broken suicidal alone girl with insomnia and Ed.

me: i’m so lonely and i want to talk to someone, i’d love to-

someone: hey :)

me: that’s too much stress and responsibility, i didn’t ask for this

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☆ You’re suffering from an eating disorder

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☆ You’re an active ed focused blog

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☆ You’re looking for somebody to talk to

☆ You want a new follower

☆ You are for equality

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I started this blog yesterday and I’m looking for more blogs to follow and/or become mutuals with. Keep hanging in there guys!

When I was 11 years old I raped by an old man, I was coming homs from school, i stopped at park and started playing with children when they went homs I was alone one big fat man suddenly come and hold ms tight he had a knife sayed if I will shout he will kill me,I was just laying At the bench he was raping me and he had fand at my mouth, i was crying, when he finished he ran away.Nobody knows this, i am hiding fdom my family cause thsy are all shit people muslims.if they know I lost my virginity they will force to marry to an old men. I Had big trauma, I have panick attacks and anxiety

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

I don’t know about you, but…

I would rather my body ache from a workout, not a 10,000 calorie binge.

I would rather step on the scale and be proud, not let it make me miserable.

I would rather my size 00 jeans fit a little loosely, not get stuck halfway up my thighs.

I would rather people worry about how skinny I’m getting, not have people whisper behind my back “damn she’s getting fat”

I would rather people wonder how I resist chocolate, cookies, fast food, cake, fried foods and ice cream, not have them wonder if I’ve ever eaten a vegetable in my life.

I would much rather be skinny, dainty, fragile, tiny, thin and perfect, not a fat and lazy slob.

I don’t know about you, but this is just me.

Hey, I’m looking for new people to follow! Please reblog if you:

• post thinspo / low-cal recipes

• have an ed

• are lgbt+ 🏳️‍🌈

• are mentally ill

• Or really if your blog has anything to do with eating disorders.

You don’t have to have all of the above! I’ll follow everyone who reblogs this!