Fitspiration-messages Vs Actually-loving-messages By Ronnie Ritchie

Laurie Dann led an unassuming childhood, growing up in an affluent northern suburb of Chicago. She was recollected as being somewhat awkward and lacking in confidence. Maybe that’s why she completely altered her face with plastic surgery at quite a young age. She attended the University of Arizona for several years but never graduated. Whilst working as a cocktail waitress at Green Acres Country Club, she met Russell Dann, the son of a wealthy family. The duo were inseparable and settled down and got married in September of 1982. They moved into a large mansion - something that had always been a dream of Lauries.

Shortly thereafter, Russell began to notice some bizarre quirks about his new wife. For example, she would keep her makeup in the microwave, would throw money into the back seat of her car, and would put clothes away while they were still soaking wet. While the couple remained together for several years, Laurie’s quirks began to worsen and worsen. Eventually, she completely stopped leaving the house and refused to cook or clean up after herself. The relationship was doomed but it reached calamitous heights in September of 1986. Police received a phone call from Russell. Somebody had stabbed him with an ice-pick whilst he slept and he was certain it was Laurie. In fact, a store clerk would come forward to say Laurie had indeed purchased an ice-pick just days previously. The ice-pick missed his heart by just an inch. Considering Russel was asleep and didn’t see his attacker, the charges against Laurie were dropped. The couple divorced shortly afterwards. As the divorce was underway, Laurie’s ex-boyfriend from five years previously started to receive threatening phone calls from Laurie in which she claimed she was pregnant with his child. The harassment finally ended when his lawyer contacted her parents.

Laurie moved from the marital home and decided she wanted to become a babysitter but this quickly failed when she was accused of stealing from her client’s homes and slashing up their sofas, rugs, and curtains. Following this failed business idea, she moved into a dorm room on the northwest campus. This too fell apart when Laurie starred to hide rotten meat inside furniture as well as hiding rubbish in other student’s rooms. In January of 1988, she moved to a dorm in Madison, Wisconsin, where she became known as “elevator lady.” Students recalled her riding up and down in the elevator all day long. Once again, she started to leave rotten meat around the dorm and would often be seen stark naked in the communal areas. A month after moving in, a dorm room was set alight. Many believed Laurie had caused the fire intentionally but with no evidence, she was never charged.

By now, Laurie’s sanity was completely unravelled and nobody thought to get her more suitable professional help. After threatening a fellow student and slashing his clothing, Laurie baked buns and injected them with arsenic. She sent these laced treats to several frat houses and homes in the area before making her way to the home of a former babysitting client, asking if she could take their kids to the local fair. She gave the two children poisoned milk. Thankfully, they threw it out after saying it tasted strange. The arsenic in the laced treats she had sent out was so diluted that it caused no damage. From here, Laurie went to a local daycare and tried to set it on fire before returning to the former clients home which she then set on fire. They were lucky enough to escape out of a smashed window. By the time the family escaped, Laurie was en route to Hubbard Woods Elementary School. Armed with two handguns, Laurie started shooting indiscriminately as soon as she entered the building. She shot and killed 8-year-old Nicholas Corwin before critically wounding another five.

Laurie ripped off the bloody shorts she was wearing and tied a plastic bag around her waist. After fleeing the school, she crashed her car into a tree and then broke into the home of Ruth and Phillip Andrews. Laurie held the terrified family hostage for six hours, claiming she had shot and killed her rapist and was now on the run from the police. Phillip grabbed the gun from Laurie as his family escaped. During the scuffle, he was shot in the chest but managed to stagger into the garden. Alone in the Andrews home, Laurie shot herself dead.

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Chemical Diet

hey ppl :))

I wanted to share this diet and maybe help out a few ppl. Even though it’s my first day today, I tried it a year ago and within 4 days I lost a kilo (2.2 pounds) and ever since then I never gained it back. This time I’m planning on being more committed and if anyone wants I can post updates :))

Also sorry for the picture being blurry my friend sent it to me through Instagram :(

If you do this, I wish you good luck :)

anyone else sometimes listen to “prom queen” by beach bunny, as motivation for your ED, even though it’s supposed to be a commentary about how awful it is that society’s expectations for girls cause them to starve and harm themselves,

You are. Epilogue 03

Just keeping that story going!

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Copy and paste this into ur notes and read it if you get cravings:

It’s never worth it. Imagine how much weight you’ve lost in the last few days. If you binge now that was all for nothing because you’ll gain it all back. Do it for cute clothes, shopping sprees, being happy Because food will never satisfy you. If you binge now, the urges will keep coming back. If you binge now, it will not be the last time. It’ll keep going on and on. Break the cycle. That full feeling is so much worse than feeling dizzy with hunger. Because control is power. Collarbones, thigh gap, flat stomach. Think of all the times you’ve binged, how it felt sitting up in the middle of the night. Don’t put yourself through that again. You can reach your GWs. It just takes a bit of control. It’s nearly summer. Still, plenty of time to get skinny. Do it for that belly button piercing to look hot as fuck. Imagine feeling comfortable in a bikini. You’ll never be comfortable in a bikini if you binge. Get thin to be able to fit into those old jeans. Just because you messed up yesterday, doesn’t mean you can’t do great today. Reach those GWs. You fucking deserve it after all this shit you’ve been though. In a week’s time you could be so much lighter. Do it so he can pick you up and say you’re light. Do it so people will worry again. Do it so your fucking period leaves you the hell alone again. Do it so you’re not afraid of going shopping and seeing mirrors. Do it so you can get your makeup done professionally and you’ll look perfect. Self control is so important, not just for weight loss. Practice now. For the before and after pictures. You’re gonna be the skinniest bitch you’ve ever seen. I promise. If you don’t binge. To wear white skinny jeans with a black sweater. To wear PINK workout clothes and just lounge around the house. To wear a sports bra and oversized trackies when working out. To wear triangl bikinis and feel like a model. So you won’t be called ‘heavy’ when picked up To proudly tell people your clothing size To have thighs that look small in anything So you won’t have to compare yourself to others in the changing room To look good in short shorts To have people ask you for diet tips To have people say you look like a model. So that you’ll begin to envy a model’s clothes, not her body To look sexy without trying To be able to change in front of friends Being able to sit on his lap and be picked up Having small thighs when sitting Look good with messy hair, just woken up. Looking in the mirror and seeing bones, not fat The feel of your ribs and hip bones sticking out Being cold all the time because you’re so thin and loving it Always looking good in heels Size 0 skinny jeans Looking small in baggy shirts with jeans Having visible collarbones Having a thigh gap Sitting in the middle of the car because you’re the smallest To enjoy concerts and get drunk and party and just live life Not having to worry about what people say behind your back because it doesn’t matter, nothing does because you’re thin To become someone else’s thinspo Binging is not fucking worth it, EVER, and it’s painful and it’s so fucking pointless. Why do you keep doing it? So that you can try on clothes without wanting to stay in the fitting room, curl up into a ball, and die. So that every and any photograph taken of you from any angle will look good. So that you won’t be the fattest girl out of all your friends. So that boys will think of you as girlfriend potential, not that funny girl who’s kind of chubby. So that all your old expensive clothes fit again So that you’re cheek bones will be fucking amazing again Because skinny girls can get away with, making any face, wearing any outfit, or having any hairstyle So that you don’t look like a messy slob with no self control So that you’re friends respect you So that you’re arm flab doesn’t spread out when you rest your arms on your side So that people whisper about how skinny you’ve gotten behind your back So that you when you sit, no matter what you’re wearing your stomach remains one flat perfect board So that you never have to worry about your disgusting love handles oozing over the edges of your too-tight pants So that you can rush out of the house in jeans and a t-shirt and look like a model So that you don’t look like a fat little kid anymore. So that you make your parents proud instead of being their fat-ass daughter without any self control So that you’re boyfriend will be proud to show your photo, or you off to his friends So that you can wake up in the morning without trying on a million and a half outfits and looking fat in each one So that your self control, your amazing discipline shines through for everyone to see. So that there is a space between your legs. So that the shorter the shorts, the better. So that you’ll be referred to as the pretty one So that you’re hip bones will hurt people when you hug them So that your shoulder blades are literally blades So that your ribs are always showing, not just when you stretch So that nobody even remembers that girl you used to be So that you’re delicate and graceful So that when people do see you eat they will not be thinking, “put down the fork fat ass” So that when you try on your friends clothes they’re too big So that being however weird crazy or out there you are is acceptable because you’ll look good doing it So that if god forbid someone finds out that you’re starving yourself they don’t say “really? But you don’t look anorexic” Because who wants a fat daughter, best friend, or girlfriend So that everything is finally perfect Remember how unhealthy you feel after a binge To be the carefree girl who lives life to the full To wake up tomorrow and weigh less To be tiny and delicate So people say you look like you’re about to break Because what’s the point of eating when you don’t need to? To be the skinny friend So when you sit down your thighs don’t spread out to the size of an ocean So you can be more confident To not have to worry about calories To love yourself

What is heavier? A 200 pounds of bricks or 200 pounds of feathers?

The answer is the feathers.

200 pounds of bricks is just a bunch of bricks, but if you try to carry 200 pounds of feathers, you also have to carry the weight of what you did to those poor birds.