You’re So Pathetic. Look At Yourself—every Bite You Take, Every Excuse You Make, It’s Proof You’re

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the only useful kind of depression is the one that makes you lose your appetite

Forced intox but it comes off so sweet and encouraging

“You can take another shot, right princess?” “Is your glass empty? Let me get you some more!” and subtlety pushing you past your limit. Then when I’m fuzzy headed and blurry visioned, you guide me into the bedroom. “I’m just gonna take care of you, okay baby girl?” And then taking your hands and removing my clothes. “Shhh, I got you. This is gonna feel good.” As you put me down on the bed and slide into me.

Reblog if you’re a dumb tumblr sl*t with your hand rubbing yourself while you’re scrolling.

girls who were raised to not talk to strangers who are now rubbing their clit frantically to perverts in their dms >>>

You stare at the mirror and hate what you see, but you won’t do what it takes to change.

That’s not anyone’s fault but your own.

You can cry, you can complain, but none of that will save you from the body you’re trapped in.

You put yourself here—every bite, every excuse, every moment of weakness—it’s all on you.

And you know what it takes to fix it, but you’re too spineless to do it.

Do you think the body you want will magically appear if you keep giving in? It won’t.

Every bite you take is a betrayal of the life you could have, the version of yourself that you could be.

You’re throwing away the future you claim to want just because you couldn’t handle a little discomfort.

Stop lying to yourself. You’re not trying. Trying means sacrifice, and you refuse to make it.

So here’s the truth: you can have what you want, but not like this.

Not while you let food win.

Not while you keep breaking promises to yourself.

Sacrifice or stay ugly—it’s your choice. And right now, you’re choosing wrong.

You’re choosing failure. And if you keep this up, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself when you’re still looking at the same disgusting reflection tomorrow.

I need a bf who'll help me with this dirt. Need to lose weight so badly

Diet tips for whores

I've always had this fantasy where someone owned me kept me locked up in a house and I could only eat whatever they give me, small amounts, cum mostly, forcing me to starve. I'd get rewarded anytime I lost some weight but if I'd be stuck or gained any, gave any attitude etc, I'd be punished, spankings, rough fucking tied up for a day or two. I'd never be allowed to wear more than underwear and a bra maybe not even that. Being shaped into the perfect girl body and attitude by my captor is just so hot. Everything controlled by them. Maybe I'd be allowed to go into public again once they deemed my body decent enough but they'd have me wear whatever they liked I'd have a vibrator in, maybe my ass would be plugged as well. Just everything little detail planned all by whoever kept me.

dad who stxrves you all day just to force feed you shots at night so he can have his way with you >_< !!

I want someone to make me worse! Make me get high and starve myself to be pretty for you, teach me my place and turn me into porn! It doesn't matter what I say, even if I cry, what matters is what you want to hurt me with! ❤️