Nothing is working anymore
42803) This Christmas all I wanted from Santa was to be skinny. Better luck next year, I guess.

keepcalmandrecover:

brighterwaybrighterday:

imperfectbeautifullove:

You would think, and society does, that the people who are suffering the most are the people who are at the lowest weights, the people who look the sickest. The people who have their every skipped meal etched outwardly on every protruding bone of their body.

Actually, it’s not. It’s the people in-between. The people who have gained the weight, but have still lost their minds. Because, with nutrition comes feelings. With food comes a tidal wave of emotions that have been blocked out, numbed inside a cage of bones for so long that, when they’re finally let out, after all this time, they knock you off of your feet and onto your face.

Society sees this, and tells you that you’re asking for attention. That you look fine, so you must be fine. That you need to just give it up and move on.

And I just want to stop and say no. No. I believe you. I believe that you hurt, I believe that feeling is the worst, because I’m in this with you. Don’t let people who don’t understand tell you how sick you are or how bad you feel. You and I both know that eating disorders, at their core, are not about weight. How sick a person is cannot be determined by their appearance.

I believe you.

this is beautiful

I believe you.

I’m addicted to food.

thehealthymind:

Seriously, it’s almost all i ever think about and all i want:(

gonnabe125lb:

:( sadly nothing will change that

gonnabe125lb:

:( sadly nothing will change that

I feel really fat today.
healthylivingforyou:

blackbird-befree:

th3skinny:

healthylivingforyou:

The picture is of Isabelle Caro, a French model who died at the age of 28 trying to recover from anorexia. She spent the later years of her life trying to promote health and campaign against anorexia, and wrote a book called, “The Girl Who Refused To Grow Fat”, an autobiography discussing the origins of her disease and her struggles to recover.
Pro-ana blogs need to be banned. It is not wrong to have a disorder, but it is wrong to help others become anorexic or bulimic, when they could otherwise live a normal life. It is normal to be self-conscious about one’s body, but these feelings have started to emerge in girls at a very young age. These girls deserve to enjoy their childhood. There’s no reason they should be so concerned about their bodies to the point of near death.
Promote health by reblogging this. We can help those already with the disease recover and prevent those who are at risk from getting it.

Let me be clear — I don’t think those with eating disorders or who talk openly about their disorders should be banned. I believe those who actively promote eating disorders and give out advice and tips on how to “learn” disordered behavior, however, should be.
Eating disorders have some of the highest death rates of any metal illness, and when you give someone the tools to mimic or even begin a disorder, you’re handing them a loaded gun. It’s not something that should be passively ignored. We need to take a stand.

I’m rebloging this because those websites are what destroyed me and it did help start my eating disorder. Those sites can majorly fuck up ones life.

The response above is a good reason for anyone to agree. The one below the original is what I intended to say when I said, “It is not wrong to have a disorder, but it iswrong to help others become anorexic or bulimic, when they could otherwise live a normal life.” Just to be clear.
If you’d like to join the campaign, click here.

healthylivingforyou:

blackbird-befree:

th3skinny:

healthylivingforyou:

The picture is of Isabelle Caro, a French model who died at the age of 28 trying to recover from anorexia. She spent the later years of her life trying to promote health and campaign against anorexia, and wrote a book called, “The Girl Who Refused To Grow Fat”, an autobiography discussing the origins of her disease and her struggles to recover.

Pro-ana blogs need to be banned. It is not wrong to have a disorder, but it is wrong to help others become anorexic or bulimic, when they could otherwise live a normal life. It is normal to be self-conscious about one’s body, but these feelings have started to emerge in girls at a very young age. These girls deserve to enjoy their childhood. There’s no reason they should be so concerned about their bodies to the point of near death.

Promote health by reblogging this. We can help those already with the disease recover and prevent those who are at risk from getting it.

Let me be clear — I don’t think those with eating disorders or who talk openly about their disorders should be banned. I believe those who actively promote eating disorders and give out advice and tips on how to “learn” disordered behavior, however, should be.

Eating disorders have some of the highest death rates of any metal illness, and when you give someone the tools to mimic or even begin a disorder, you’re handing them a loaded gun. It’s not something that should be passively ignored. We need to take a stand.

I’m rebloging this because those websites are what destroyed me and it did help start my eating disorder. Those sites can majorly fuck up ones life.

The response above is a good reason for anyone to agree. The one below the original is what I intended to say when I said, “It is not wrong to have a disorder, but it iswrong to help others become anorexic or bulimic, when they could otherwise live a normal life.” Just to be clear.

If you’d like to join the campaign, click here.

I wonder what it’s like to be skinny. To have an attractive body. To be able to look good no matter what you wear. To not have to dread shopping with your friends because everything looks good on them while you have to try on a million things to find something to wear that would make you look the slightest bit decent. To not have to cry in front of the mirror. To not freak when someone tries to feel up your shirt. To be able to sit down and not have your stomach bulging out. To be able to wear a bikini and not feel everyone’s eyes staring at you and judging you. To be able to wear those low cut jeans and not have rolls being pushed up. To maybe, just maybe for once believe when people tell you that you’re pretty and not take their compliments as sympathy. Because honestly, most of the time I just want to crawl out of my skin.