fuck you&your recovery. i know that's awful but i don't want to hear about it. i suppose i should clarify. a certain someone told a certain someone that a certain someone noticed i don't eat much&that my jeans 'look looser'. first of all, creeper for noticing that my jeans don't fit. second, it's none of your fucking business. just because you think i have a problem you used to have doesn't mean i'm thrilled to hear about how you fixed it.
&for the record, this isn't a problem. it's a solution. fuck the world. what's it matter if a fatass is jealous?
also, bummed that my sister is moving out. i won't miss her tiny body fitting into things i can't, but i will miss all the stupid stuff she says. &feeding the ducks at the marina. haha. wish she didn't have to move so far away. lame.
okay, ranting over.
for those asking in emails, my plan is the same as usual. fast when i can, purge when i can't. simple. but not always easy.
thinspo for you pretty things:
or:
ew. that's one for nightmares.
stay strong, lovelies. you can do this.
xoxo
zette











