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58292) I just want to be able to eat with pleasure again.

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Note: The cure for asthma is not, “Just breathe!”, and the cure for cancer is not, “Stop growing those cells!” Similarly, the cure for depression is not, “Just be happier!”, and the cure for anxiety is not, “Stop worrying so much!” These are not phases of life for teenagers and the weak-minded - they are serious and chronic medical illnesses.

(Source: vangoghsdaughter)

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58259) I want to die every time I eat something I shouldn’t. I want to die every time someone mentions calories and weight loss and exercise. I want to die every time I look in the mirror. I want to die every time I feel my fat rolls. I want to die in my sleep and not wake up in the morning… I want to die every second of every day. All because of x years of this fucking eating disorder.

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