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.
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