I can’t throw up until I’ve cleaned the bathroom.
I can’t starve myself until I’ve spent hours tearing down my self esteem.
I can’t eat unless I rationalize eating: it’s only 200 calories.
I can’t binge until I promise to spend an hour with my finger down my throat.
I can’t admit I have an eating disorder until im skinny and my bones show.
I can’t look in a mirror without hate until my body fat is gone.
Hard, wet, fast, biting, scratching, grabbing, hot, passionate, filthy sex.
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
they really do mean everyone
if you threw a pad or tampon into a crowd of boys they would probably all scream and it would be like that scene from monsters inc where george gets contaminated by a sock
You are the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.