51 minutes ago 2:27am 10 March 2011
39 notes21288) I measure my worth by the gap between my thighs, by how many rib bones you can count through my skin, by how many calories I don’t eat in day, or how many I do. You eat a lot, you kill yourself. You don’t eat, you’re killing yourself anyways. I am so sick of this haunting me. I scream for help, why can’t anybody hear me?
56 minutes ago 2:22am 10 March 2011
21287) I tell everyone that I’m a feminist. That I’m against everything society makes womanhood out to be. That I hate the unrealistic expectations, the unfair pressure, the pervading shallowness that encompasses everything young girls do. I get up on my soapbox and I complain about girls who wear make-up and uncomfortable clothes and get plastic surgery just to be pretty. And then I go home and puke my guts out.
wow. this makes my heart hurt. but its true.
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