| hey so wat r u saying you hate it i dont know wat you mean my aunt had 5 kidney transplants in like 20 years a lung transplant and 2 heart transplants and she had to have a room be 85 degrees at all times becuz she was skinny and had no fat she died at 44 ↑ |
your aboslutely right.
i think myself and other people here feel that if your a size 2 you will be so much happier in general. but you cant just stop being anorexic, its a mental disease. i wish i could stop wishing to be something else and except myself as who i am ↑ |
Yeah its about control i think.. its horrible.. i feel fat so i wont eat for days and ill overexcersize to the point were i faint.. and then i think i wont do it because its stupid.. but then i WILL do it the next day.. without even thinking twice
Its horrible.. and yea i wish id NEVER started because now i dont think i would ever be able to stop ↑ |
I absolutely agree with you- when I started with my anorexia 4 years ago, I also thought that it would bring me happiness and that once I lost weight, my life would be perfect. Well, how wrong was I thinking that- I was down to 33kg (72 pounds), at death's door and STILL not happy. Actually, I'm more happy now that I've gained about 19 pounds.
The points is, losing weight is NOT the way to happiness and a perfect life. There is no such thing. It's rather about creating happiness in evey day and trying to see the beauty of each moment.
I know it sounds very latida and as if I've discovered THE ANSWER, but this is how I've experienced things through the course of my progress of recovery. ↑ |
