Thinspiration Stories

I don't know where to start. I guess admitting you have a problem is the first step right? Well, here I go. My ACTUAL name is Ana. And I am best friends with Ana. I am acquaintances every now and then with your good friend Mia. Personally I'm not a fan of her but I hated being forced to eat. So she was there when necessary. If you read this story, diary, whatever the fuck it's called, all I ask is don't become attached and please don't tell me I need help because I'm just gonna tell you to fuck off and that's not very nice. And to you guys who do decide to continue reading, welcome to my life in hell.

This is a story of Anorexia. Where a 17 year old suffers with severe anorexia and bulimia after ending up on a pro ana blog. Stay with her as she gets worse, and gets better. Her story is purely amazing.

"Pretty is rough. I can't get enough. Fat is though, and I'm giving up." I wrote in the comments. What if Ana wasn't real, like, not thin at all? It's hard to tell. I scrolled a bit down, wondering, if I'm gonna starve to death.

It's a weird thing to hear your future. It's a weirder thing to hear your future, present and past all at the same time. And my future, present, and past sounds like people in an audience stomping to the rhythm of my heartbeat. They chanted "Black Veil Brides" as the boys surrounded me. All noise was a distant echo. Except for the reverberation of stomping and my own heart beat. My head pounded along too. My hands shook. And I gripped the neck of my white guitar. I wanted to run. I didn't want to go on stage. I needed to calm down. I needed to breathe.

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Personal blog about woman who has body dysmorphia and wants to make everything to look good for herself. And in the weight where she was before and how pretty she did looks makes her to thinking about to make body fixing possible. The one thing is on the mind where she is still having hope; "one day I will look pretty and myself as before", she is saying and look at the roof.

About a boy named . .

Anazet moves from her public school in Florida to a prestegious all girls academy on the upper east side. In Florida, Anazet was popular and happy - she was considered cute and trendy. At OCD academy, however, the standards are much higher. Here, Anazet is considered fat and poor, despite the fact that she moved due to her dad scoring lucrative job in New York. Anazet realises that in order to be popular, she needs to have glow up. She needs to lose weight. Losing weight, however, leads Anazet down a dangerous path...

𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. {TW: this book contains stuff about ED's}

most of these poems/quotes do not belong to me. MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING. my dms are open. stay safe loves.