Today is my first attempt at a full day fasting. I’ve been up for ten hours now and all I’ve had is water. Then, I get home and smell chili. Great, this whole fasting was relying on there being no dinner plans tonight. Fuck.
I wish my parents wouldn’t freak out if I said I wanted to skip dinner.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If you think you’re beautiful, then that’s what beauty is.
So much. I just love tiny legs. I always thought they were beautiful.
It’s not as hard as it used to be. If any of my friends got a big lunch, I would start freaking out and I would steal bites from them until I just got up and got my own. But I have some friends now (cough taryn cough :3) that are trying to lose with me and it makes it a lot easier c:
Oh god, so much. Walking and not feeling my legs rub together. Being able to look good in pretty much anything. The look on my boyfriend’s face when he sees how much work I put into it. Just being flat and tiny and just, ugh. I can’t wait.
I have purged two, maybe three times before. My first time was at school. I was feeling down, and told myself I wasn’t going to leave the bathroom until something came up. So, I just shoved my fingers down there until something did. Afterwards, I felt really accomplished that I was finally able to (I was never able to due to a strong gag reflex). But, looking back, it was a mistake and I’m so glad it didn’t turn into an addiction.
