when i make sandwiches i use hummus instead of mayo… so much better for you and taste amazing.
you see i have a thing for hummus…
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I am starting classes at a community college this year with hopes of transferring to the University of Illinois next year. I have never really cared about eating right or exercising, but I really want to feel beautiful and great about myself and really turn heads during my first years of school. The pressure really took a toll on me and now I have an eating disorder. Please feel free to message me! I always respond and I like to personally keep in touch with other people! Best of luck, everyone!
5'2''
HW: 128 SW: 125 CW: 117 GW: 115 GW: 110 UGW: 102
5'2''
HW: 128 SW: 125 CW: 117 GW: 115 GW: 110 UGW: 102
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40301) I’m more concerned about the purging making my teeth look ugly than it hurting my body. Everything is about my image now, and I hate it.
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I want it to be that moment, when I step on the scale and my UGW pops up. I want to feel that joy, that sense of accomplishment. I can see it already. The first thing i’ll do is hop in the shower with some music. Then I’ll pick out that outfit I’ve always wanted to wear, ill do my hair, put a big smile on my face and walk out knowing that finally I shut up that little voice in my head that says “I can’t” with a louder one that screams “I did.”
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They’ll see, they’ll all see.
No one payed attention to me in grade school, no one payed attention in high school, and no one pays attention to me in this piddly ass community college or anywhere else in this damn town. Just wait. Someday, I’ll leave it all behind. I’ll be skinny, and well-educated, and desired, and wealthy, and successful, and beautiful, and envied. Then everyone will notice me. Everyone will care if they’ve upset me, and no one will try and put me down. Then like moths to a flame, the people who once stepped all over me and told me I wasn’t good enough will come to me and say, “My, how you’ve changed, how you’ve grown! Just look at you now!” and I will just tip my head to the side and bring my finger to my lip as I rest my elbow in my other hand and say, “I’m sorry, who are you?”
