The day I was diagnosed with anorexia, people complimented me for my body. They told me they wish to have a body like mine.
That body that hurt with every movement, the body that made my mum cry, the body that got me doctor appointments, hours of therapy, that took my smile, my life.
They wished to look like me when I was dying.
This is wrong. Stop promoting unhealthy low weights, stop diet culture.
so important. so so so very important.
why the hell are toilets so loud?!! like i’m half asleep and then i flush and it’s like a fucking mariachi band just started playing in my house at 3 am
you know rocks are free …right? you can go outside and take rocks for free, as many as you can handle. the people know about this right??? free rocks outside just laying there??? ok just making sure….
i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape