stitcheduproses:

sickly-thin:

self-starvation:

I stumbled upon an old photo which was similar to an actual one. I placed them next to each other and was deeply saddened by the amount of destruction and hatred against my body. It only took a few months to get there but I’ve never seen any difference in my reflection no matter how much weight I have actually lost. You just lose one’s grip to reality. I never wanted to ‘fit in’ or to make myself ‘beautiful’, but I thought it would make me happy. I only yearned for happiness. And if it wouldn’t make me happy, I wanted to look at least as sick, fragile and needy as I felt.
Today there is no meaning anymore. The dirtiness that comes with an eating disorder will never make you happy. It is just an illness, a discomforting addiction which keeps me alive and kills me slowly at the same time.


this is really powerful

you caused this, my self harm, my eating disorders, my hatred towards humanity and to top it all off you will be the death of me. why? why, what on earth did i do?