You can’t expect to be skinny by stuffing your face with food and eat for the body you have. You need to eat for the body you want.
If you want to be small, you have to eat small
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just think about how grateful your future self will be if you keep going. how glad you will be for having worked so hard. it will all be worth it.
If your condition stops you from doing something, then it is a disability.
If your condition makes it difficult for you to complete a task, then it is a disability.
Dont let others tell you you “arent disabled enough” and invalidate your experience.
The worst thing about anxiety is that you know those thoughts are irrational, you just can’t seem to control them
So, fun fact for all of you history dorks, but you know that legend about Cleopatra being so rich and trashy that she would drink her wine with crushed up pearls in it?
Pearls are mostly Calcium Carbonate. When they mix with acids (such as those in wine) they produce carbon dioxide like little balls of fancy alkaseltzer.
What Im saying is, call Cleopatra a trashy hoe all you want, but she was the trashy hoe who invented instant champagne. Bitch was living in 3018 while everyone else was in 18
Also, she might have dropped one pearl in her wine as to show she was unafraid of the Roman overlords who she had debts to pay to (kinda Iron Bank style), and that’s it. The myth of her drinking her wine with pearls routinely was invented in order to ruin her reputation
When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.
i want to send this to all my friends who get mad at me for never wanting to take pictures.
not being really overweight but not being thin is a weird place because you never look quite as good as your friends and you’re in that spot that everyone tells you “you’re not fat!” but doesn’t want to say you’re thin and no matter if your weight shifts you always sort of look the same to yourself and in some situations you can hide your appearance but in others its alarmingly obvious, and buying clothes is like a luck of the draw as to if you’ll look thin or huge because it feels like there isn’t an in between
I’m tired of temporary happiness. I’m tired of temporary pleasure. I’m tired of temporary people. I’m tired of temporary conversations and connections.
