“A new study has found that your eating disorder could be genetic”
Nah pretty sure mine is from the years of bullying by family and friends, thanks though!
Hello my lovely followers and non-followers! I'm Olivia Dear, but you guys can call me Liv cuz i feel that we are that close. I'm 20 years old and I have some troubles with loving myself sometimes, i mean , don't we all? Just to clarify, I do not promote self harm or eating disorders, but I am here for anyone none the less. I understand what it's like to go through those things but what you don't love in yourself someone else WILL love you just the way it you are. Try to love yourself and definitely keep smiling!
eat, baby.
eat.
chew.
please.
I know it hurts. I know it doesn’t feel good.
please.
I know your hunger is different than mine.
I know it doesn’t taste the same as mine.
imagine you could grow up all over again
and pinpoint the millisecond that you started
counting calories like casualties of war,
mourning each one like it had a family.
would you?
sometimes I wonder that.
sometimes I wonder if you would go back
and watch yourself reappear and disappear right in front of your own eyes.
and I love you so much.
I am going to hold your little hand through the night.
just please eat. just a little.
you wrote a poem once,
about a city of walking skeletons.
the teacher called home because you
told her you wished it could be like that
here.
let me tell you something about bones, baby.
they are not warm or soft.
the wind whistles through them like they are
holes in a tree.
and they break, too. they break right in half.
they bruise and splinter like wood.
are you hungry?
I know. I know how much you hate that question.
I will find another way to ask it, someday.
please.
the voices.
I know they are all yelling at you to stretch yourself thinner.
l hear them counting, always counting.
I wish I had been there when the world made you
snap yourself in half.
I would have told you that your body is not a war-zone,
that, sometimes,
it is okay leave your plate empty.
Nah pretty sure mine is from the years of bullying by family and friends, thanks though!
You were almost mine. And “almost” fucking breaks my heart constantly.
Liquor doesn’t taste nearly as good as your lips did. But liquor does burn less than the memory of you pressing your lips against mine.
transientperfection replied to your post: i used to routinely change my handwriting because…
lol ppl were always jealous of mine but im a leftie i had something to proveI do the same! I’ll look at other girls’ handwriting && be like…. Well fuck.
If you can think of anything, can you ask me stuff that will distract me from this horrible anxiety? I feel like this stupid body and mind of mine won’t ever calm down.
do you ever just get
viciously jealous
about people
like
no
that’s my friend
mine