I always get attached to everyone and no one gets attached to me so I always just feel dumb
i don’t ONLY care about myself. i care about like 5 other people. and animals.
“The fear, too, is a fear of yourself: a completely dualistic and contradictory fear. On one hand it is a fear that you do not have what it takes to make it, and on the other hand, a possibly greater fear that you do have what it takes, and that by definition you therefore also have a responsibility to do something really big.”
—Marya Hornbacher (via petitesfraises)
i’ve got 99 problems and they’re all calories.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this, because I don’t want to give anyone fuel to compare their body to my body, but this is me in a swimsuit, and I am very much unashamed.
My body changed drastically throughout recovery. My boobs are two solid cup sizes larger, my hips are round, my arms jiggle, and my thighs touch everywhere. I see no flaws though. I’m not going to sit here and say that my body’s flaws are beautiful, because I don’t see any flaws. Flaws are a man-made concepts. My body is not any less perfect because I have stretch marks.
Something that is important for everyone to learn is to stop comparing your recovery to another person’s recovery. Maybe someone is weight restored and you still think they look ‘thin,’ whereas your body looks heavier. So what? My body isn’t bony, but I don’t mind if another person’s is. Everyone carries weight differently, everyone feels their best at different weights, the way bodies look is just not a comparable thing.
Love your body because it is your body. Because it allows you to hug people and listen to music and dance and run and smell flowers and pet baby animals. How your body looks is hardly relevant when you think of how your body allows you to feel.
isn’t it ironic
how we kill
“You’re not needy. You’re starving. You certainly do not want for too much. These things you crave are all entirely normal, natural, its-your-birth-right, your-parents-probably-didn’t-give-you-enough things. So you’re starving. That’s okay. You can begin there. Begin bit by bit, or bite by bite. Begin by renaming this ‘neediness’ with a more accurate term: hunger. Begin by asking for what you want. Begin by honoring your hunger. By feeding yourself. Begin by receiving the cravings with kindness, instead of shame. This hunger of yours. It’s so wise. You’re not needy. You’re simply starving.”
—Rachel W. Cole (via internal-acceptance-movement)
why does recovering from an eating disorder have to be a billion times harder than developing one?