55days.

hi there. yes, you. your beautiful, never forget that <3 i don't want to recover, i just want to die.

sorry.

sorry that i haven’t been on for a while.. i kinda went insane and had to leave tumblr facebook and all that shit for a while :)

Anonymous asked: Hey, I follow your blog, but I notice you haven't posted in a while. Based on the contents of your blog, I sincerely hope everything's okay.

heyy, sorry..:P i’m fine! i ain’t allowed on tumblr a lot now :/

don't ever hesitate. reblog this. this should be in the tumblr laws. when you see it, REBLOG IT.

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i-am-ambivalent: lovely-emptiness: I think this is one of the most potent anti thinspo ad like things i have EVER seen. I got chills and i started to cry My little sister would ask me to bathe her when she was young - two, three, four years old - because I would sing to her, but I would also use her being in the bath as an opportunity to compulsively step on and off the scale in the bathroom. One day my little sister, when she was about three years old and I was thirteen, stood on the scale before bath time and  complained about the number being too big. Seeing her like that horrified me, and looking back I am thankful that I have been able to shield her from my disorder and self-hate since then even though I have not been able to shield myself.

i-am-ambivalent:

lovely-emptiness:

I think this is one of the most potent anti thinspo ad like things i have EVER seen. I got chills and i started to cry

My little sister would ask me to bathe her when she was young - two, three, four years old - because I would sing to her, but I would also use her being in the bath as an opportunity to compulsively step on and off the scale in the bathroom. One day my little sister, when she was about three years old and I was thirteen, stood on the scale before bath time and  complained about the number being too big. Seeing her like that horrified me, and looking back I am thankful that I have been able to shield her from my disorder and self-hate since then even though I have not been able to shield myself.

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