distortiontoskinny:

to be able to see my ribs and hip bones through my shirt would be so damn wonderful

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Seriously though

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I want to wear open shirts like this. So so badly.

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strvyrslf:

bloody hell she’s perfect.

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fragileminded:

This is me and these are my scars. August 2010, on vacation, Greece. 

I’m recovering from self harm and these are my scars. They’re there. They’re visible. They always will be and I know that. I can’t go back and undo my mistakes. I used to hide my scars, always. I used to be so ashamed, I felt so ugly and disgusted with myself. People who say self harmers do it for attention? You have no idea of how far we go to cover it up, to conceal the truth, to keep it a secret, to keep it from you. 

I regretted my mistakes for years. You know what that does to you? It makes you bitter. It makes you sad. It makes you lonely and miserable. It makes you push people away because you’re so ashamed. Everything hurts. Breathing hurts, living hurts, existing hurts and what hurts the most - to go on. To keep breathing, to keep living. 

But you know what? I’m still me. I always have been. My skin might be damaged and yes, it’s self inflicted - but what difference does it make? The people who love me, they love me for me. Flaws doesn’t make them love me any less. My scars are a part of me. My scars made me who I am. People who can’t handle that - they’re free to leave. Friends who left? I let them leave. If I’m not good enough for them because I cut, that’s not my loss. 

That’s shallow. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has a story. If people want to judge me based on how I look, go ahead. Are you perfect? Are you sure about that? Have you never done anything in your life you wish you could go back and change? Are you flawless? Really? 

Because I’m not, and I know that. 

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I hate EDNOS, I feel like it takes on so many different ED`s.

Last spring and summer I starved myself, and I loved it. I was sick and I was very unwell, but I was losing and that was what I wanted. I got down to 114 lbs at one point. I developed a heart issue, a murmur of sorts, but haven`t admitted it to anyone. It seems to be getting worse now.

Ever since October of 2011 I`ve been binging, out of control. I`ve gained. When I started the binging, I was around 117, now I`m 129. I hate it. I exercise all the time, and can have a day or two of great eating or even great starvation, but I can`t lose fast enough before I see that cupcake or bag of m&m`s and I`m fucking lost. It can be anything, doesn`t have to be sweets, I just need I stuff myself until I feel like I`m going to puke. But keep it all in.

It`s summer again and even though I`m still a size 4 sometimes 6, I hate my body so fucking much. I used to see bones, now I see fat and rolls and I`m filled with disgust. I can`t seem to starve the way I used to and I get upset and then binge. I`m terrified of the scale. I can`t find any balance. I`m so eating disordered but I look so normal no one would suspect a thing.

I want help, I want to be normal, but I`m afraid that I will never be happy with being healthy. I tell myself I want to be a healthy 125 (the lowest I can be in the `normal`range for my height) but that`s just because I`d give anything to stop binging.

I really know, deep down, I want to be 114 again, even lower. I want to be the smallest spec, I want people to worry about me, I want every girl to be jealous. But it`s so hard to admit to it, I`m so ashamed.

I hate EDNOS.