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I'm not sure what kind of illusion I was under.
I genuinely thought that being thinner would make me pretty.
I thought that I would be confident enough to wear bikinis and leotards again.
I thought I would be happy with my body.
Happy enough to share my weight with other people.
Now I just like the numbers.
I like to see numbers going down.
I have a bit of an obsession.
I do the same with storage on my phone.
And many, many other things.
Down
Down
Down
That's all I want to happen.
I like to see the numbers go down.
It's all numbers.
Numbers, numbers, numbers.
Who can be the lowest?
Can I be the lowest?
Can I beat myself?
That's another reason I HATE being tall.
It adds weight on that I don't want. I could be a whole foot shorter and I'm not sure how much weight it would lose, but however much, it would be worth it.
I'm probably one of the most competitive people you can find.
When people talk about their weight at school, I don't mention mine but I listen to what they tell me and compare it to myself.
Rob is 72kg.
Tillie is 61kg.
Isabel is 59kg.
Becca is 65kg.
I'm currently 55kg, but one time I remember listening to this conversation and I was 48kg. I felt so good about myself.
I'm always trying to beat other people or beat myself.
And it's almost killing me.
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Skinny Girl
Rastgele*TRIGGER WARNING* Please don't read this if you have suffered (or are suffering) with an eating disorder. It's not good for you, and I don't want to hurt you. I do NOT encourage any of this behaviour. I know how awful it is, but sometimes you just...
