23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
my eating disorder says: omfg you are NOT going out in SHORTS and a t-shirt about EATING DISORDERS you FATTY DISGUSTING FAT THING. UGH. change. black jeans black sweater cover UP that nasty body ugh ugh ugh what the FUCK do you think you’re doing and no you are NOT going to eat
I say: I look great. it’s going to be 80 degrees, fuck jeans. and mmm peanut butter…
Sometimes in recovery I think it’s really important to embrace that “FUCK YOU” attitude.
If someone isn’t supporting you or is giving you a hard time or bringing you down- fuck ‘em. You don’t need that. What you do need is to do what you need to for you to enhance…
ok SO. here is what I am wearing today. I feel about as pretty as a popped zit but I DO NOT CARE, I am wearing this anyway. this weekend I will study for the GRE, and purchase: several longish floral skirts. large sweatery tops. grey slacks hopefully.
AND IT WILL ALL BE OKAY.
ok gotta go…peace
(Source: raccoonology, via courageisgraceunderpressure-dea)
Me: Mmmh what could I have for breakfast?
ED: Sshhh.
Me: What?
ED: You’ve had three bowls of cereals last night before going to bed.
Me: Oh, right …
ED: So you’ve already had your breakfast.
Me: …
ED: And the two next ones.
Me: … you know what?
ED: Mmh?
Me: I’m gonna have three slices of bread, mashed banana & peanut butter, a sliced apple, and a nice cup of hot milk with cinnamon.
ED: This is -
Me: And maybe some cereals, thanks for reminding me about them.
ED: But -
Me: Sssshhhhh. I don’t like you.
(via fragile-happiness)
this is what recovery looks like.
Sorry guys if you find this spammed repeatedly but I wanna make sure as many people as possible get involved! It’s going to be a great day to make new friends and share experiences! :) What are you waiting for? Reblog!
Hannah xxx
Hey eating disorder:
These “huge disgusting whale-sized” thighs and this “nauseating, fat, slutty jiggly” ass are how I run four miles.
Suck it.
- Laura
p.s. apparently that’s my “mean” face
Yay, I made (really really delicious…) Mailänderli! And ate some!
Afloat - Caleb & Sol
songs I listen to when very upset but wanting help part 1. I met Caleb & Sol, they went to my university and sang in the choir I was in before I got there. They came back to sing with us one day and I got a free CD. :) Lovely people.
