Creepypasta compilation

I lost 100 pounds this summer

(I know this creepypasta starts off really slow but trust me, it gets better)

I lost 100lbs this summer! It took a lot of hard work, dedication and self-control and so many hours at the gym but I did it! Of course, I couldn't have done it without my thinspiration... and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't because I wanted to impress a guy.

I've been heavy as long as I can remember. It felt like it was part of who I was, like my small teeth and the freckles on my fingers. The softness of my sides and the flesh that padded my chafed thighs were less physical imperfections but the structure upon which my entire identity was built upon. The fat girl. Funny, goofy, heavy Claire. The kind of girl with looks that made you talk about her personality.

To be slim and free of that, reinventing myself completely for college... words can't express the ecstasy. The thinspo blogs weren't lying-- nothing tastes as good as thin feels! But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I guess my highest weight was last year at the end of my senior year. The year before had been really rough weight gain wise. I had a bit of a binge-eating problem, stress you know, on-top of being an overachiever. Straight A's on my report card and X's on my pant size. That whole schtick.

Steve and I had Anatomy and Physiology then. It was easily my favorite class, it was genuinely interesting, and not just because I could spend most of it staring at him and still get an easy A. His anatomy was definitely something I enjoyed studying if you know what I mean. Those gorgeous arms, his soft lips, that dreamy tan skin. I loved learning about all the organs, all the muscle functions.

But really, I'd say Anatomy and Physiology was where Steve and I shined. We shared notes, paired up for every experiment and even texted between classes! Though I hadn't told him I liked him he was clearly flirting with me, but Prom was coming up and neither of us had dates. He even teased me, early on, about how funny it'd be if we went together.

Of course, we didn't go together. The week before the dance I overheard him telling his friends how he'd never be seen in public with Claire. Sweet, funny, friendly, fat Claire? Disgusting, ugly, fat Claire?! He had a little more self-respect than that, right? Haha! No! No one wants to pork the porker at Prom! Haha!

Scientists and hipsters like to say we're made of star stuff. I am made--was, excuse me, made of brownies, half baked and gorged to stuff away the unpleasant feelings. Eating and eating before my mirror until I was sick, shoveling more and more down my wrenching gullet with every heave of my sobs. I tasted no sweetness, no comfort in those binges. Only a desperation to be full.

Disgusting. Ugly. Fat.

My bones lost beneath layers of heavy, choking flesh. Never seen, never noticed, never loved. Fingers crawled over the doughy frame, gripping the flesh in a tight grip as I stared at my repulsive reflection. No more I declared! Never again would I let this sad sack of flesh rule my emotions.

The thinspiration blogs were my real support then. Beautiful images of bird-like women, dieting tips. Count all your calories. Drink green tea everyday. Exercise everyday without fail. Bathe only in ice water. Don't eat until you're about to pass out, then pop a chunk of cheese and keep on keeping on. If you absolutely have to eat only eat fruit and vegetable skins, that's where all the nutrients are!

And whatever you do, don't give into the hunger. If you eat you lose. You let the fat win. Don't let the fat win. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels. No matter how much your stomach aches you're stronger than that! Better than that! Pain is just weakness leaving the body! "Roses are black, violets are grey, I really shouldn't eat today!" Haha!

I hit my goal weight in six months, surpassed it in eight. By the end of my first college semester I was unrecognizable. Beautiful, gorgeous collarbones, slim pretty neck and high sylvan cheekbones. Steve couldn't possibly reject me now!

Beautiful. Thin. Spritely.

Going home for Thanksgiving confirmed that. Within an hour of updating my long forgotten instagram and a couple of bold snapchats while skipping dinner later and Steve was all but begging to meet up. Ice cream? Dinner? A movie?

I'll never forget that night in the park catching the sunset together. It was beautiful. The most romantic evening of my life. Steve was cordial and complimentary-- He'd always liked me you know? Just was so hard, you know. Bad timing. High school, right?

But that was all in the past now. I was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. Dizziness and hunger couldn't possibly blunt my perfect moment, the touch of his soft brilliant lips to mine as the park fell into darkness around us was electric. Sparks rippled from head to toe as I pressed closer. Needy. Hungry. So hungry for his affection. For his love. Nipping at his neck, kissing across his cheeks as those hands snaked beneath my sweater, tugging my hips closer on the bench, I moved back to his lips catching them between my teeth.

I didn't mean to bite too hard. It was an accident really. You have to believe me. He gasped, tugging away just as I jerked forward. It was bad timing. Really, isn't that how it always is?

Iron and salt blossomed across my lips and tongue as Steve winced, drawing away for a moment before pressing harder. Deeper. My stomach lurched forward, thought long dead from my weeks of neglect, reinvigorated by the taste of life. I couldn't help it really. You know that, right? We all have relapses.

The second bite was harder. He screamed as the flesh tore with a single wrench of my head, deafened by the thudding of my blood in my ears. My fingers clawed with frenzied desperation, feeling those muscles I'd so admired torn asunder by my need. By my hunger. I wanted Steve. Wanted him inside me with a need so unfamiliar, so all consuming I lost myself. Fistfuls of flesh came to my lips, teeth barely chewing as I gorged myself.

He stopped screaming after I ripped out his throat, gobbling it with gusto. Those gorgeous arms, his soft lips, that dreamy tanned skin barely tasted as I pushed to fill myself, to take that empty horrible void and stuff it as I had so many times before. No sweetness. No comfort. Fingers scratched, rending muscle from bone until only a savaged carcass remained and my flat belly full to bursting.

I weighed myself today and I gained three whole pounds from yesterday's binge. I know, we all have bad days sometimes, but I can't help but feel a little disappointed. Thankfully I have my thinspo guys and girls to get me through. I'll start fasting today, I bet I can lose this if I don't eat all week. Any tips, guys?

Because nothing tastes as good as thin feels!