THINSPO FOR 7/26/2017 Gosh She Is So Pretty

Some under 100 calorie snack ideas for you babes! All calorie counts are confirmed by the USDA :) 

give me ideas for my next graphic, is there anything you want to see in a cute little picture? any text posts you really love that you want me to make into something frameable? I’m out of practice in Adobe and I need some suggestions before I go back to school!

stay safe babes xx

A note about being at your ugw.

I remember the first time I was at my goal weight last winter. I had come home for a break, and weighed myself at home. I saw the number flashing on the screen, and thought “no way, this isn’t real”. When I went to my nanas house for a holiday, I went to the bathroom in her house with a floor to ceiling mirror, and a scale. I stripped, got on the scale, and saw that number again. I turned around and looked in the mirror, and suddenly didn’t understand why I was so shocked. I looked better. I picked my legs up, my arms, covered my boobs with my hands, sucked my non existent belly in, twirled, posed every which way… And then I dressed myself, went back to the dining room, and lied when my uncle said “you look good! You look like you’ve lost weight, you look like you’re about 100 pounds soaking wet!” I replied; “No, I’m about 120”. When I went back to school, I dressed any way I wanted to, I felt so much more confident. But months later, I got too comfortable, and I started eating again.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am at my highest weight ever. The hardest part about this is that when you go from your goal weight to your highest, everybody notices. And everybody says something. Everyday I think to myself, “What have I done?”. But I know what I did. And I know what I have to do. Please for the love of god, for the love of whatever you believe in, don’t make this mistake. I’m scared now that when I get back to my goal weight in a couple of months, people will start to wonder what’s causing so much weight flux in my body. Please please please do not make my mistakes. When you get to your goal weight, STAY THERE.

Ps. I’m tagging this way because I know that this post will be found by people this is relevant to.

🍏 Body check; ~110 lbs (5'3") • I don’t have access to a scale, and yes I just did a body check on a hill✌🏼

I don’t promote anorexia or bulimia or any eating disorder, but saying that people with eating disorders will “hate themselves at any weight” ummm….speak for yourself lol, I was 160 lbs before and I’m 95 lbs now and I can say I am much happier and more confident in my body than I ever was before.

Anorexia And Bulimia Are Not Pretty

They are not pretty like the thinspo. It’s not high-waisted shorts, crop tops, and thigh high socks. It’s not cute clothes, compliments, and delicate skin. It’s not looking hot in coffee shops, fitting into tight spaces, and being able to be lifted. It’s not polite “No thank you”s and dainty shakes of the head. That’s not what and it is. 

It’s leaning over a toilet and throwing up the calorie filled chicken parm your mom made especially for you. It’s closing yourself off from entire events if there is even a chance of food. It’s crying in the bathroom when you only dropped five pounds that week when you needed seven. It’s looking in the mirror and seeing every bone and still believing you’re not skinny enough. It’s seeing clothes you were never able to wear before but still wanting to be a size 0. It’s freezing cold showers that make your fingers numb. It’s sleepless nights because your bones make it uncomfortable to lay down. It’s unconsciously pinching and pulling at your body in public. It’s seeing the bump on your lower abdomen and believing that it’s all fat. It’s thinking about getting a rib removed so you can look thinner. It’s lonely weekends because your friends want to go to the movies and out to eat but it’s your fasting day and can’t be stopped now. It’s under eye bags and fragile limbs. It’s smiling and saying no when we want to stuff our faces. It’s passing out because we haven’t eaten for a week. It’s trying to deceive the doctor into thinking that our small frame could really hold 130 pounds. It’s painful. It’s scary. It seems like it will never end. We tell ourselves we’ll stop here but, in the back of our minds, we’re not sure if we can. It’s hating everything about yourself and only feeling like you’re worth something when you’re not eating. It’s low electrolytes, a raw throat, and scarred fingers. It’s exercising until you want to faint. It’s being terrified that your weight will shoot up if you eat one chip. It’s scarfing down five servings of something to make the pain go away and crying for hours after. And this is not even the half of it. 

There are so many other eating disorders a person could go through and they’re all hell. Ask someone if they really love what they’re doing. Most if not all the time a person will say they hate it. It’s killing yourself and we know it. But here we are. So no. EDs are not pretty. Don’t ask me to teach you to get one.

(I’m sorry but I’ve actually been asked in real life and on the internet how to become anorexic or bulimic. And I hate it. They think it’s an amazing thing. An amazing way to drop a few pound in a month and get off once they drop a size. I just needed to rant about it a bit cause I’m tired. DON’T ASK ME HOW TO GET AN ED I WILL NOT TELL YOU! I would not give an ed to my worst enemy. So I will certainly not give the tools to a friend or even a stranger.)

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Stay safe my loves <3

Some of my favorite dark thinspo.. I’d love to dress like this 😍😍😍 Not my pictures. I don’t take credit… Please… You deserve food. Eat if you feel light headed. Your life is precious.

Stay dark💀 Stay safe 🍃