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Calorie and weight tracker for April (feel free to use even tho it's crappy)!

Próbowała pomóc ludziom wkręcającym się w pro ane...

Najczęściej mogłam przeczytać, że jestem zła, to nie mój interes i ludzie mają własny rozum. Walczę z zaburzeniami psychicznymi w tym odżywiania. Codziennie muszę zaciskać pięści by nie wpaść w to gówno ale dzisiaj czułam się gorzej. Czułam się grubsza. Miałam znowu zaburzony obraz samej siebie. Weszłam na Tumblra i los skurwysyn chciał bym trafiła na posty, które rozluźnią moje pięści. Wpadłam znowu.. Znowu nie mogłam zjeść obiadu. Znowu czuję się słaba bo wiem, że miało być lepiej. Było! Cholera dlaczego tak bardzo mi niedobrze od głupiej ćwiartki banana? Bo widzicie dziewczyny.. tak to działa. Przypadek i historia zatacza koło. Jedno zdjęcie, post i znowu umieram. TO JEST ŚMIERTELNA CHOROBA! To zabija marzenia, szczęście, relacje, życie, ludzi.. to zabija nawet problemy by na ich miejsce wstawić śmierć.

Brakuje mi ciebie.. przepraszam, że nie było mnie obok. Przepraszam, że dopuściłam do tego byś umarła tak młodo.. Przepraszam, że nie udało mi się ciebie wyciągnąć z tej chorej społeczności pro any. Tak mi przykro, że to nie ja umarłam.

Guess what you dumb whores (I say that lovingly) I found even more to hate about myself low key didn’t trying it was possible but I looked in the fucking mirror and I’m never losing my virginity since so one should even have to see my body naked✌🏽🤗😚 👅

I honestly and truthfully hate myself.

My hair:

I’m black and I get perms and I really wanna go natural. Told my mom and she told me that if u were to go natural all I would do was get made fun of. My relaxed hair grows so fucking slow and turns nappy really quick so when I get sew-ins you can tell the difference and I already get made fun of for that plus my fave is already fat and the only thing that makes it look slightly better is my hair. Yikes

My body:

I’m fat. I have scars everywhere. My thighs look like drum sticks. I have hip dips and that plus the way I already look makes me go from a 1 to a -12. I have stretch marks literally make me look so fucking disgusting and I have so many that I know that none of them are going away even when I lose weight. SOMETHING SO SIMPLE AS MY FINGERS ARE EVEN A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT. my fingers couldn’t be fucking normal and straight and have of them if curved. My fucking nails are just annoying. My sister lifted my shirt and goes oh I thought ur stomach plugged out a lot more than that.

My skin:

My pores are fucking huge. Every time I shave you can see the pores in my leg from a mile away and it looks like a have a fucking disease, I have bad hygiene and I don’t take care of my skin and it’s fucking disgusting.

My face:

My acne is so bad. My hyperpigmentation has literally ruined any confidence I had left. My teeth are ducked up and the adults in my fucking house hold refuse to get me a dentist appointment.my nose literally is a pig nose which makes it SOOOOO much better bc I am a fucking pigs. My eyes are this dull dark brown. Not that beautiful hazel color that everyone loves it just plain and fucking boring.

There is nothing for anyone to love about me. There’s nothing for me to love about my self.

Maybe I’m just fucked up and faking it all ✌️but

Does anyone else have like an Ed mentality but not Ed actions like I “eat like a normal person” but inside I’m screaming you fat pig you know damn well you shouldn’t eat that.

Tomorrow is the start of something new and good.

Tomorrow is the start Of not dealing with my crazy sister trying to make me eat and become crazy obese to the point where death is one pound away.

Tomorrow is the start where I will be happier and I won’t be afraid to check the scale because I know I’m losing weight.

Tomorrow is the start of my self love journey.

Tomorrow is the start of a better me.