65026) I hate the way I look. I hate the looks I get and the things people say behind my back. I hate the things I do. I hate that I can’t eat in front of my friends and I hate cancelling plans. I hate being dizzy and unable to run fast without my knees clicking. I hate wasting food and I hate being cold. I hate my hair falling out and I hate lying to everyone. I hate hating myself and feeling guilty for everything. I hate this. So why can’t I make myself stop?

mesfantome:

Can’t I just stop living?

  • me: wow could my thighs get any bigger
  • *sits down*
  • me: apparently yes
This is probably the most motivating thing I have ever seen. I have it printed out and above my computer to remind to not give up. I didn’t put on this weight over night, so I need to be patient with myself and work through the plateaus and mentally hard times.  I realize I REBLOG this a lot, but I’m not going to stop. I feel that these words are important.

This is probably the most motivating thing I have ever seen. I have it printed out and above my computer to remind to not give up. I didn’t put on this weight over night, so I need to be patient with myself and work through the plateaus and mentally hard times. 

I realize I REBLOG this a lot, but I’m not going to stop. I feel that these words are important.