“The number doesn’t matter. If I got down to 070.00, I’d want to be 065.00. If I weight 010.00, I wouldn’t be happy until I got down to 005.00. The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
“I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I’m stable. ”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
Reblog this if you’ve ever taken a razor to your wrist, skipped a meal, cried yourself to sleep, piled on the make-up to impress someone at school, weighed yourself everyday, i want to follow every single one of you.
all.
(Source: fragile-people)
“If you think you’re fat, what does that make me?”
No. Stop right there.
My distorted body image applies to myself and myself alone. When I call myself fat, the word is not a scale to which everyone else is judged on. You look exactly the way you are. I’m the only one my dysmorphia transforms. Calling myself fat does not mean I see everyone above my weight as morbidly obese. The disorder doesn’t see other people, only the person who is suffering from it.
Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just cried? Cried because you’re ugly. Because you’re not good enough. You counted all your flaws from head to toe, to punish and feel worse about yourself. Cried because the comments people blurt out, actually hurt your feelings. Cried because your family is dysfunctional. You don’t want to be a burden, so you bottled it all up. Around people, you’re the happiest ray of sun shine. But nobody knows, that at night when you’re alone, you break down and just cry.
(Source: itsnotwhatyoulost-itswhatyoufind)
