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I’ve put five kilos back on. I am a failure. I am nothing anymore. Even failures are people. I started to eat like a pig and for what? To make my boyfriend happy. I am not happy. I fucking hate my body. I hate how my friend thinks she’s so fat. A lot of them. One who buys shorts too big and still doesn’t admit it to herself that she is the smallest in the group a part from Lily. One who purges and one on some crazy arse diet. One removing her implemon because it’s making her ‘fat’ and one who you can just tell hates her body.

My body is not my own. Tarnished and gross. You destroyed it. Thanks a fucking lot.

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I’m so over being fat, and my boyfriend not understanding what it’s like to look in the mirror.

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i’m sure i’ve posted this a million times before.

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Ugh.

I ate a chocolate bar before and threw it up.

Just going to hint to everyone I am getting sick, so when my boyfriend gets back he doesn’t suspect anything.

I wish I could just be thin.. That I didn’t have to hate on myself and hide things from my boyfriend.

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