Why am I doing it? 10 little reasons

Why am I doing it? 10 little reasons

1. To wear crop tops to show of my tiny little waist 
2. To be able to where really distressed jeans and not see my fat leaking out
3. To show of my pretty crystal rings on my super slim and dainty hands 
4. To be able to walk around and not hear the sound of my legs rubbing together 
5. People who use to bully me now trying to be my friend, meaning I get the honour of rejecting there effort in a mean way 
6. To go swimming in out local swimming pool with my boyfriend and his friends 
7. To not feel like a whale during sex, he’ll be able to easily pick me up and put me down 
8. To impress him after his 4 months of basic training 
9. To be able to reinvent my self 
10. To be able to feel good about my self…

A few more quotes

All it takes is a little starvation.

Every calorie is a war.

You're fat.

Don't sugarcoat it, or you'll probably eat that too. 

Feet together, thighs apart. The collarbones are where we start, count the ribs, feel the hips. That's what makes us skinny, bitch. 

There's this girl named Ana who lives inside my head, there's this girl named Ana who wants to see me dead. 

"Starve." Ana said. So she did.

It never tastes better than the first bite.

Don't reward yourself with food. You're not a dog.

Imagine you're 100 pounds. You wake up, and slip into those size zero jeans with ease, they're just a little baggy. You put on a plain white tank top, it looks amazing. You go into the bathroom, and brush your long hair which is down to your itty bitty waist. You decide to just apply mascara because, you already look beautiful. As you walk down the street, heads turn with envy.

Stop eating. You must be beautiful. 

Why?

Do it for the "Holy shit you got hot!"

No craving

No craving is stronger than your willpower. 

Suddenly

Suddenly, she wasn't hungry anymore. 

Random Rule 1

I have a rule for when I weigh myself. If I've gained, I starve for the rest of the day. But if I've lost, I starve too.

If I Can Not Be Skinny

I want thighs that don't touch,
I want ribs that show,
I want my spine to stick out, 
I want both legs to bow,
I want my collarbone noticed,
I want my stomach unfed,
And if I can not be skinny, 
Then I want to be dead.