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You didn’t just lose weight.
The weight was incomparable.
Incomparable to the hair,
The bone density and the passion.
Incomparable to the smile on your face and the glimmer in your eyes.
Totally irrelevant, in comparison to the nails and the teeth; even the nutrients in your blood slowly wasted away until your heart could barely beat.
That little heart kept fighting, for you, though.
It struggled on beat by beat and so should you.
Why? Because there’s no adulation in anorexia.
There’s no congratulations or looks of admiration. There are just blank stares from the people who once knew you, looking at your broken shell.
There’s no fucking medal or badge of honour. It’s not impressive.
But what is impressive? Standing tall, healthy and proud, saying ‘yes, I have anorexia nervosa. But it doesn’t have me anymore’.

Remember what it took from you. (via untanglingamy)

the tears are real right now

(via banana-soul)

thesmilemask:

Please, you’re not.

thesmilemask:

Please, you’re not.

I think about me after I die; how wonderful It’ll feel.

I want to see my mother. We could sit on the clouds together, both having wings on our backs.

1 am

I don’t sleep anymore.
I avoid the mirror, but when I do take the risk of looking, I’m angry, I’m disgusted.
Why can’t I be pretty looking through my eyes?
I hate food. I hate how it controls me. I hate how I let it control me.
Will I ever be free?

Its normal to outgrow people. Someday you’ll find that you’d rather sit in your own thoughts than chill with friends.. And thats ok..
Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)
8889) Save me from myself.