Getting back into restricting is honestly the best feeling in the world. It makes you feel like you FINALLY have control over yourself again.
And suddenly I’m 15 again. Crying in the bathroom at 4 am. Hitting my fat thighs. Scratching at my huge stomach. And suddenly it’s just me and my thoughts. The thoughts that sabotage me at every step. The same thoughts that starved and recovered and have never hated me more.
(via shrinkinghoneyy)
you are in control
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(via skinnianaricecake)
You don’t need motivation, you need some fucking self control. Having a fat body like yours has to be motivating enough for you, and you’re just pathetic if it’s not. Go ahead fatty, stuff your face with food for the 64th time in a day while thinking about how much you want to be thin. Just so you know, those who actually want to be skinny can control themselves, but you seem to enjoy being fat and playing victim
(via gazelle-777)
