keep-on-surviving:

A little of my today’s outfit
Today’s been a normal day. However even if I’ve skipped some foods I still feel like I’ve eaten a whole supermarket and that I’m the lost sister of an elephant, specially because of my legs and my stomach. I hate them so much I’d become a magician and make them dissappear. But I alsp know that I don’t see my body as it is, and thag whenever I think this way is my ED who/which is talking and thinking. This fact, although I’ve been on recovery for almost two months, still confusses and triggers me. I think it will be hard for me to understand it and my illness, but things take time. Though, I hope you’re all okay and you’d had a better day than mine’s. But if you hadn’t don’t worry, because brighter days will come. As I’ve said, things take time. If you need to talk or something, here I am. Good night little fighters, stay strong and fighting, it will be worth it.

keep-on-surviving:

A little of my today’s outfit

Today’s been a normal day. However even if I’ve skipped some foods I still feel like I’ve eaten a whole supermarket and that I’m the lost sister of an elephant, specially because of my legs and my stomach. I hate them so much I’d become a magician and make them dissappear. But I alsp know that I don’t see my body as it is, and thag whenever I think this way is my ED who/which is talking and thinking. This fact, although I’ve been on recovery for almost two months, still confusses and triggers me. I think it will be hard for me to understand it and my illness, but things take time. Though, I hope you’re all okay and you’d had a better day than mine’s. But if you hadn’t don’t worry, because brighter days will come. As I’ve said, things take time. If you need to talk or something, here I am. Good night little fighters, stay strong and fighting, it will be worth it.


For the world you are someone, but for someone you are the world.

For the world you are someone, but for someone you are the world.


No puedo decirte el motivo exacto de porqué ella se comporta así, sólo puedo decirte que imagines:
Imagina que cada vez que te ves en el espejo o en una foto sientas una puñalada de dolor porque lo que ves te parece repulsivo.
Imagina no ver ni una cosa buena en ti, imagina ver sólo lps fallos y errores.
Imagina sentirte como un gran error.
Imagina sentirte solo y desplazado porque no eres como tus amigos/as.
Imagina ver un plato de tu comida favorita y, aunque te mueras de hambre, rechazarlo.
Imagina estar agotado pero aun así matarte en el gimnasio.
Imagina querer ayuda pero estar asustado de pedirla y obtenerla.
Imagina estar asustado de lo que la solución es.
Imagina sentir un vacío que cada día crece más.
Imagina quedarte sin ilusiones y esperanza.
Imagina no tener días buenos, y asustarte cuando uno de ellos llega.
Imagina sentir tanto dolor que la única manera de desahogarte es hacerte daño.
Sólo imagina.


Odio ir al instituto. Es sentarme y estar seis horas y pico rodeada de gente, cuando lo único que deseo con todas mis fuerzas es estar sola y llorar.


I’m sensitive, I over think every little thing, and I care way too much.

No entiendo como puedo estar, según los médicos, “al límite del límite” de mi IMC pero que según algunas personas de mi clase pese mucho. No lo entiendo.


varentainu:

When he tells you about his feelings for you | via Facebook on We Heart It.

varentainu:

When he tells you about his feelings for you | via Facebook on We Heart It.


currentlycatchingfire:

Good idea 👍

currentlycatchingfire:

Good idea 👍