•the people who called you ugly
•to prove your mother wrong
•to show your crush/s-o you are beautiful.
•the people who commented on your weight
•the compliments
•the cute clothes
•the slender legs
•the skinny arms
•the tiny waist
•The thigh highs
•the satisfaction
•to be beautiful.
•for yourself.
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Do it for:
some trends i am really down for
- being nice to people working in customer service
- girls in thigh-highs
- receiving $400,000
- pasta
New Year’s resolutions
1. Reach my GW
2. read a minimum of one book per month
3. Smile more
4. Learn new language
5. I want to start running
6. finish the 6th weider
7. expand my tumblr
8. create a blog on tumblr (with my photos, artistic photos)
9. open an account on Instagram
10. find love
11, STOP BINGE EATING!
How I Developed Anorexia
• Much of my mother’s side of the family is overweight or on the heavier side. I couldn’t stand thinking that I would be that huge.
• A lot of my dad’s side is super skinny. I wanted to be just as thin and tall my 100 pound grandmother, not my mother’s side, most of them weighing at least 300 pounds.
• My mom’s side of the family telling me that I would be “fat just like them” as they all laughed and stuffed themselves full of food.
• I used to cut myself. My mom found my blades and yelled at me for hours that night. I found a different way to harm myself.
• It made people notice me. People are trying to be my friends now.
• I was in a state of depression and wanted control of something.
• It was just a diet at first. Now it’s an adiction.
• Nothing feels as good as my mom’s side of the family gawking over how tiny I am.
• The look of jealousy from my cousins.
• My grandmother begging for me to eat more at family summer camping because of how skinny I am.
• My aunt not being able to make jokes about how fat I am anymore because she’s nearly double my size.
•"Holy shit, Brandon! Your cousin got hot!“
• I felt accomplished ordering only a coffee, a slice of avocado toast, and a poached egg and being able to take half of it home because I eat so much and felt so full.
• The waiter flirting with me as I blushed furiously and giggled the entire time.
• Offering me more coffee as he took away my family’s syrup caked, pancake crusted plates from the table.
• Writing his phone number in the To-Go box when he handed my leftovers to me.
• Going on early morning runs in the park and not feeling my stomach jiggle.
• “You have hit a negitave net intake” messages from my calorie app.
• Making everyone in school awe over me now that I’m thin.
• Even the football boys talk to me and are all flirty now.
• “I’ll buy you a coffee. Just eat something, okay?” Says the average weight cheerleader that I aspire to be.
• “Do you want my chips? You have to be hungry!” Says the overweight girl who is trying to lose the weight just a little too quickly.
• “You drink black coffee? Badass!” The football player high-fives me during class when we’re running on the track.
• “I probably deadlift more than you!” The quarterback gawks over me now.
• “Do you want my jacket? You’re shivering!” Another boy wraps me in his leather jacket to keep me warm. The football players from earlier glare, wishing that was one of their jackets over my shoulders instead of the bad boy biker’s leather.
• I refuse to date any of the football boys. Why? Because they only liked me when I lost weight. At least the bad boys cared about me when I was fat, too.
• I can lay on the floor and catch guys looking at my ribs and hipbones when I laugh.
• “You’re so small!” Leather jacket from before can wrap his arms around my waist so tightly now.
• He can also wrap his fingers around the top of my arm, right along with my wrist with plenty of space to spare in between.
• If you couldn’t tell, him and I are close and he’s the only acceptable one I would even consider dating if he asked.
• Him and I have so many calorie jokes.
• “What do you eat in a day? A single cracker?”
• “Hey, sweetheart, how many calories are in this?”
• “Why did you take a cooking class if you just give me all your food?” This boy is a literal garbage disposal and he’s so tall and skinny. He’s literal male thinspo.
• His hands fitting inside of my hips so easily that it makes me shiver under him.
• He looks so giant and masculine next to me and we both love it.
• But I didn’t lose the weight for a guy.
• I lost it because I’m addicted to the way I’ve changed.
• I can’t stop anymore.
Please, stay safe🍂
I fucking need this.
Suicide Squad
The following is a list of recommended blogs I’ve complied that focus on mental health issues or at least are very open in their writing and conversations about what they struggle with or have overcome in the past.
If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s a group of misfits and outcasts who are on a mission with no hope of success. They have a device implanted in their brains that ghost them if they deviate from the mission.
The connection is that my device is Bipolar II. It will always be there. It’s something that cant be medicated or talked away. It will be there until I die, and it does try to kill me from time to time. All of the below have similar devices.
If you ever feel alone, don’t hesitate to reach out to @bg-grizzo or any of the below if you read work or see art that you connect with. I will reblog this list every Wednesday because statistically that’s when most suicides occur. In the middle of the week. In the middle of the shit. It’s sad because you look back and realize how long or far you’ve come without reaching the end. You look ahead and you can’t see the finish line.
I promise you. It is there. Are we crazy? Probably. Do we care? Not at all. We may not ever be fixed, but we Art and Support each other to make sure we get to tomorrow and we finish the race. Take care of yourself. Stay Strong. Do not hesitate to reach out if you feel like no one will listen.
We are in the squad for a reason.
@adamantseal
@allofthesevoices
@aliveinsideink
@betterinthedarkblog
@chameleonlotus
@drearydaffodil
@justscribbledwords
@mikefrawley
@reinventingwednesday
@robertjw4688
@scrawls-of-daisy-arkanian
@teacup13
@thewanderingsaylor
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
Why San Jose is attracting so many Tech Companies
What happens when a city attracts some of the biggest tech companies in the world? The best tech-heads, innovators, startups and entrepreneurs all come and live in said city. San Jose, the unofficial capital of the Silicon Valley, is home to the offices of Yahoo, eBay, Netflix and Google’s HQ, the mammoth Googleplex. No surprise then that the San Jose-Sunnyvale-Santa Clara area has the most millionaires and billionaires in the United States per capita.

