I’ve like given up on this blog because I’m actually too much of a failure to have an eating disorder and to be posting all my problems when you are all going through so much more. I’m not thin. I’m fat. Obese. I eat. I binge. I purge. I block the drains. I restrict. I take laxatives. I workout. I feel like theres all these people bringing me down, forcing me to eat. And the scales don’t change at all. It’s pretty clear to me now that I failed before I even began.

untilwecollapse:

Bulimia isn’t working because I lost 1 pound this week and then gained it back and my throat is burning and I can take it but only if something’s actually HAPPENING but I just keep gaining weight and I can’t cut right now because stupid Easter is coming which means I need to take off my bracelets that are covering the scars and I don’t even want to stand or move or breathe or think or live anymore.

don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat. don’t eat….

why did you have to fucking go eat?

Reblog if it is alright if I come to your blog and anonymously confess something to you.

(Source: askpillow)

do you ever just wish you could turn back the clock to when you were thin, before the moment came where you ruined all your hard work. 

thinking you might just be able to control the binges, and then you fall worse than ever before back into the cycle.