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Imagine (thinspo)

You’ve reached your UGW, and you couldn’t be prouder of yourself. You feel confident; your body is toned and slim, your hair is done perfectly, you put your make up on and don’t bother with contouring- your cheekbones are already defined and beautiful. Your friends are going out to the bar tonight, and you agree to go because you can’t pass up the opportunity to showcase your hard work. It’s almost autumn; the air not quite biting, but it still produces a nice crisp breeze. What to wear? It’s difficult to decide when you look amazing in everything. You finally settle on the light pink, high wasted skinny jeans you accidentally bought three sizes too small about a year ago; they fit perfectly now, and you cherish how they finally button neatly at the top. You pair the jeans with a light grey bralette. You realize you’ll be much colder once you get to the bar, so you throw on an old, but expensive, white cropped sweater. You admire how the crop just lightly grazes the top of your jeans, and you gaze at how the intentionally thin, see-through sweater allows people to gaze upon the silhouette of your perfectly flat stomach.
You get to the bar, and everyone in your line of vision looks at you. People even stop their conversations to gape at your elegance as you cross the room. “What will you have to drink?” The bartender asks as he gives you a smile. “Oh, for me?” You can’t be bothered with alcohol right now; nothing can make you feel as euphoric as you do with all eyes watching you, everyone wondering what the beautiful girl at the bar will order. “I’ll just take a Perrier with lime.”
You grasp your glass as you step outside onto the bar patio, and you find a spot that lets you watch your friends drink their calories and dance with each other. As you put your glass down you slide out your pack of Camels and fish for the lighter you placed in your bag before you left. When you find it, your slender fingers delicately light the cigarette as you take a long draw. In that moment, you realize that you’ve done it. You’ve achieved everything you’ve ever set out to do at the beginning of all this mess. You’re the beautiful girl at the bar smoking her cigarette, while everyone looks at you with either envy or desire. You smile to yourself as you cherish your journey and strict dedication, all for this moment, and many more of these moments to come.

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Story Time

So I decided I’m going to do a story time lol just to share my journey with my ED, why I started, why I find it hard to conquer, ect. So here goes-

I first developed anorexia and exercise bulimia when I was ~17, in the summer of 2014 before I went to uni. I was massively triggered when I saw who my classmates were going to be on social media, along with looking back at pictures of myself from high school. Combine that with an emotionally abusive and extremely controlling mother, absent father, and a lifetime of bullying throughout school, and there you have my mixture of demons that produced my food issues. I wanted to look good for school; who can blame me? And a small part of me loved my control over what I ate, the weight I lost, how I felt, and I also loved having something all mine. I didn’t know I had developed an ED, however, until I gained weight again from drinking in school. The last day I was in high school, I was almost 150 pounds at 5'3". My goal weight was 125, but during orientation week in uni, I had reached 118 pounds. I then broke my foot and could barely walk let alone exercise. And since then I’ve struggled to loose weight; generally working out over summer but failing to during the school year. I’ve always had food issues. I either binge or I starve. I can function well either way but I feel better empty. My boyfriend tries to make me eat during the year, but honestly I’ve come to realize that I’ve only been truly happy and confident and care-free when I’m as thin as I was at 118. I know it’s sad, but that’s how I’ve gotten to this place I’m at now. I’m not sure if I want help, but because this stems from control I know for a fact that when I decide it isn’t worth it, or I feel like I’m not enjoying my life, I can easily say “fuck it all” and go back to eating and living normally. But once you have had an ED, some of it is always with you. You can’t forget the calories you memorized, sometimes you’ll find yourself calculating in your head, and you still might get some anxiety when you’re confronted with a food that makes you anxious.

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@ “anti pro ana”

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Most thinspo/Ana blogs on tumblr are not pro Ana. No one is interested in encouraging others to develop a seriously fucked up and dangerous eating disorder. Blogs that post thinspo pics are usually run by teenagers/young adults who are going through hell and would be starving themselves anyway. By reporting and shutting down those blogs, you take away people’s safe spaces, their outlets, and their community. You are helping no one. No one gets an eating disorder because they saw someone on tumblr post a picture of someone thin. You’re not being noble, you’re not saving anyone, you’re being rude and taking something away from someone who already has nothing. If someone gets their thinspo blog deleted, they’re not going to be like “oh well, gonna eat normally now and be totally healthy, cool”. They make a new one and hate you. My blog is for no one else. It is for me. If I couldn’t have it, I would be sad because I wouldn’t have a community and a way to find people going through the same thing, but I would still have an eating disorder and I would just make a new blog. The last thing anyone wants is to help someone else develop a mental illness. Tumblr doesn’t have an option to make your blog private. Stop shutting people down for having an outlet. Most of us have 3 followers anyway.

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so true. and yes, you can make a blog private but you have to make it a second blog anyway and that is really unnecessary.
this is the truest thing i’ve ever seen.

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PREACH!!!!🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

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Don’t normally share things.

But this.

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I can relate so badly with this.

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Ana asks - please send me these I’ll answer any and everything

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ana asks
1. starting weight?
2. current weight?
3. goal weight(s)?
4. ultimate goal weight?
5. tea or coffee?
6. water or coffee/tea?
7. any tips?
8. exercise routine?
11. average amount of calories a day?
12. thigh gap or collarbones?
13. height?
14. age?
15. name or nickname?
16. thinspo model?
17. fandom character you aspire to look like?
18. favorite band or artist?
19. thin ankles or wrists?
20. activities to keep you distracted from binging?

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I want to do this Q&A too <3 so we can know each other :3

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same

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Pleas asknme thingsss im lonely

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Please do!!✨

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Ask me anything loves ❤️

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Ready for you

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Imagine (thinspo)

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You’ve reached your UGW, and you couldn’t be prouder of yourself. You feel confident; your body is toned and slim, your hair is done perfectly, you put your make up on and don’t bother with contouring- your cheekbones are already defined and beautiful. Your friends are going out to the bar tonight, and you agree to go because you can’t pass up the opportunity to showcase your hard work. It’s almost autumn; the air not quite biting, but it still produces a nice crisp breeze. What to wear? It’s difficult to decide when you look amazing in everything. You finally settle on the light pink, high wasted skinny jeans you accidentally bought three sizes too small about a year ago; they fit perfectly now, and you cherish how they finally button neatly at the top. You pair the jeans with a light grey bralette. You realize you’ll be much colder once you get to the bar, so you throw on an old, but expensive, white cropped sweater. You admire how the crop just lightly grazes the top of your jeans, and you gaze at how the intentionally thin, see-through sweater allows people to gaze upon the silhouette of your perfectly flat stomach.
You get to the bar, and everyone in your line of vision looks at you. People even stop their conversations to gape at your elegance as you cross the room. “What will you have to drink?” The bartender asks as he gives you a smile. “Oh, for me?” You can’t be bothered with alcohol right now; nothing can make you feel as euphoric as you do with all eyes watching you, everyone wondering what the beautiful girl at the bar will order. “I’ll just take a Perrier with lime.”
You grasp your glass as you step outside onto the bar patio, and you find a spot that lets you watch your friends drink their calories and dance with each other. As you put your glass down you slide out your pack of Camels and fish for the lighter you placed in your bag before you left. When you find it, your slender fingers delicately light the cigarette as you take a long draw. In that moment, you realize that you’ve done it. You’ve achieved everything you’ve ever set out to do at the beginning of all this mess. You’re the beautiful girl at the bar smoking her cigarette, while everyone looks at you with either envy or desire. You smile to yourself as you cherish your journey and strict dedication, all for this moment, and many more of these moments to come.

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