featherweight

Every time I step on a scale I hate myself just a little bit more.

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I was feeling pretty, and then I got on Tumblr and decided I was fat again.

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I do it because every time I look in the mirror I can see my hip bones just a little bit more.

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I start to get happy, and then I fall back into this vicious cycle of burning and starving. I’m terrified that there’s no way out.

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