I’m so proud of being British. I always have been and it makes me extremely happy seeing Her Majesty The Queen, the Duke and Dutchess of Cambridge and Prince Harry all together celebrating Her Majesty’s Diamond Jubilee.
June 3rd, 2012 // 6 notes
My mum keeps insulting me. She keeps saying I look like a twig, that I’m too skinny and that I look ugly. She keeps bringing up the past when I was chubby and saying ‘you were so much prettier back then’. She always tells me that I’m not eating enough when I blatantly am. She uses my ED against me. She says ‘you need to eat more. If you don’t listen to me and eat more then you can’t come crying to me ‘oh mum I’m not eating properly I’m too skinny.’ I’m not going to help you’. I’ve had fucking enough, I fucking regret telling her about my ED so god damn much. She’s supposed to be MY FUCKING MOTHER. MY MOTHER.
June 3rd, 2012 // 3 notes
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
(via goldenfools)(Source: voguelovesme, via skinny0minnie)
June 3rd, 2012 // 2,467 notes
Day 13: Thoughts are coming back
I’ve had two days of brilliant eating but I’m starting to get scared of gaining weight again. I don’t want to gain any weight, I like my body the way it is. I’m starting to restrict again too. A few days ago I realised I was restricting so I put two times as much as I already had on my plate, sat down at the table and said ‘I’m not going anywhere until I finish this’. I did finish it all and I didn’t feel guilty. I mean I ate way too much but I felt like because I wanted less than average, it would be a good challenge to have more than average - I challenged myself.
But I’m started to fear weight-gain again. Now that I’ve seen results from my previous exercising and (I’m not proud to say) my restricting, I feel like they’re the only ways to keep myself thin… I can’t do this recovery thing anymore…
June 3rd, 2012 // 1 note
This is for us. We are the ones who started it and we are going to be the ones who finish it. No one else. This is our time. This is for anyone who has ever cried when they looked at the number on the scale. Anyone who has ever had to ask for a bigger size in the fitting room, anyone who has busted a button or couldn’t zip the zipper. This is our time to change. To longer hours in the gym and greener food on our plate. To skin tight jeans, a polka dot bikini and a guy’s arm around our tiny waist. We can do it, we need to do it, and we will do it. No more excuses, no more starting tomorrow. We are starting this very second. I am willing to make the commitment, to take the leap. Reblog this if you’re with me. Let’s do it. Let’s shock everyone.
June 3rd, 2012 // 3,558 notes
