I certainly think that a bathroom scale can kill you more viciously than any gun can.
I’m so glad I don’t own a single picture of me at my lowest weight
The last thing I need is to be able to compare myself to myself, I think that would be the biggest trigger of them all. I’ve developed a fear of being photographed, and even looking in the mirror, and my recovery is seeing me start to overcome this fear.
I don’t wanna be a skeleton!
I just wanna have a flat stomach, nice round ass, arms that doesn’t look obese and legs that don’t look like a piece of ham and don’t touch each other all the time.
Look at that girls, they legs are not sticks, you can’t count their ribs, but they look nice. Don’t they?




