Words and wonders of my heart and mind.
I’m just digging myself a deeper hole by telling you these things.
But it’s all true.
I’ve really done for this time.
I shouldn’t have but I did.
And there is no going back now…
Oh shit.
featherweightgirl:

Anxiety Disorder. 

featherweightgirl:

Anxiety Disorder. 

What I Want!

I Want a gap between my thighs.

no upper arm flab

my old bra size

my skinny jeans to fit

no thunder thighs

no saggy butt

loose fitting shirts

my upper half of my body to match the lower half

and vice versa

not under chin flab.

a defined face

my dream body

happiness and health

what i dont want

To have chaffing because my thighs rub together to much.

Hip bones

Collar bones

itty bitty titties

No ass

bony skeleton like limbs.

a barbie doll figure.

miserable and death

Falling into a trap.

My little hands grip the cool white porcelain.
Head bowed low.
Gagging noises escape my lips.
Stomach feels lighter.
How could something wrong feel so right.