I Need To Get Out Of This Binge Mindset Fast. I'm Currently Off School For The Week And Usually I Use

Fat trans and nb people are beautiul

You don’t have to lose weight to be trans and transition.

You don’t have to work out to be trans and transition.

You don’t have to eat a certain way to be trans and transition.

You don’t have to fit a certain body type to be trans and transition.

Fat is beautiful.

Trans is beautiful.

We stan the school's bathroom graffiti *the side says "not all women have periods"* let's see how long it takes for the school to paint over it.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Has it been a hot minute since you took a shit?

Did you binge recently and your tummy is looking for relief?

Are you considering fucking up your whole ass body with laxatives-seriously dont fucking take laxatives-because regularly suggested substitutes like coffee, fiber, and peppermint tea aren’t helping?

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By now you’ve probably heard of the bang energy drinks which are zero cal and come in a variety of flavors, I personally find them too sweet , but did you know they also have a small line of coffee energy drinks!

I don’t know what it is about these drinks but they send me to the bathroom sometimes multiple times a can Bonus they taste great and definitely supply energy shaking!!

I shit you not, you will shit!

Looking for thinspo I kept thinking “ughh I love her she’s so pretty but not thin enough to post” and that says a lot. You’re beautiful. Stay safe babes💖

don't romanticize

Bulimia isn't a long haired pretty girl bending over a toilet with a tragically beautiful face on. It's a puffed miserable face with vomit dripping from its chin and a fucking nose bleed. Anorexia isn't a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It's hair growing all over your freezing malnourished body. Depression isn't a model with running muscara staring into the sunset. It's staring at the ceiling at 4 in the morning with burning eyes because you can't even find the motivation to close them. Self harm isn't lovely boys kissing your arms and telling you that you're still beautiful. It's nasty scars that will be there forever and showers that sting. Panics attacks are not burying your face into your lover's chest and having them to tell you that everything will be okay.It's feeling out of control and like oxygen has suddenly been taken from you. *Mental illnesses aren't beautiful* They don't make you special and don't make people suddenly care about you.

They are monsters that destroys life.

So stop taking them lightly and promoting them to impressionable teenagers on the goddamn Internet.

so i don’t know how we didnt get caught

my first ever haul was maybe when I was twelve?? I dont know, but what I do know is i was broke and wanted free shit. my dad took a friend of mine and i to Walmart to get food and we asked if we could wander off. he said yes so we made a dash to the makeup.

we walked in that place with two empty backpacks and left THROUGH THE SAME DOOR, with two full of makeup and one full of alcohol. nobody noticed shit.

first we went and dumped stuff we liked from the shelves in a cart and shit, acting like idiots pretending to be rich because of all the stares we were getting. I even decided to be brave and ask a fucking worker “which color would look better on me” before deciding out loud to get them both.

We would have gotten more but people were getting hella sus and looking back on it I don’t know how anybody, specifically the three workers there, didn’t stop us. We literally turned a corner and began running, pushing our cart through every aisle desperately trying to find a blind spot.

Once we found one we sat there for a long time shoving things into our two backpacks for at least fifteen minutes. Every time we saw someone we would fucking look at all the kids toys. (keep in mind we both looked way older than we were) We got some more stares from both workers and customers but we continued as soon as they were gone.

Once everything was in the backpacks (which were made of red material that we later realized was slightly transparent) we bolted again, abandoning the empty cart with hundreds of dollars of makeup protruding from the top of the stuffed drawstring bags.

We freaked the fuck out, thinking that the barcodes would set off the towers at the exit (lol) so we ran into a bathroom and into a single stall where we sat ON THE FLOOR where anybody could see under the stall and took everything out of the boxes and shoving them back into the bags. once that was done we just left them there and bolted.

we left the store but we needed to go find my dad and his girlfriend so we left our bags under the fucking car and went back in to find them. we did and they weren’t even half way through shopping so we wandered around and i got the stupid idea to grab another backpack and go get some alcohol. we did pretty much the same thing again and ran out to hide the bag under the car. We went back in to ask my dad for the keys and we rushed to grab the things and hide in the car. We were in there for another hour looking through all of our stolen stuff looking at eachother like ‘daaammmmmn’

it was a miracle that we got away with that.

Chicas

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