featherweight

message    about me    archive    theme
©
Call me Alex.
I'm not pro-anything.
I'm drawn towards anything delicate or fragile, and oddities captivate me.
5'1
cw: 98

 They tried to send me to a mental hospital tonight. I’m terrified and done with all this shit.  
▼
 It doesn’t matter how skinny I get, nobody will ever like me. 
▼
 God damn. Fasting the next couple days. Or until I’m bearable again.  
▼
 Every time I step on a scale I hate myself just a little bit more. 
▼
 I do it because every time I look in the mirror I can see my hip bones just a little bit more. 
▼
 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. 
▼
 Only 50 calories a day until Saturday, I can do this.  
▼
 I’m eating less than 200 cals a day until Saturday. This has gone too far.  
▼
 I’m getting the diet pills again, my mom agreed when I broke down yesterday. I lost 7 pounds in a week last time I used them. 
▼

Everything’s going to be okay. 

 Above all else, I want hip bones. 
▼
 Loose. Loose. Loose.  
▼

Starving through Christmas.