reblogging again. this is perfection. i need to look this tiny and cute.
wow. i wish i was this small and pretty
Fuck life. Every time I want to get better, I see shit like this. I’m done eating for the week. She is flawless.
"just imagine what it would be like. waking up in the morning, perfectly empty, resting your hand on your stomach, which is caving in. tracing the outline of your hipbones, your ribs, your collarbones. the soft autumn light shining through the window. you stand up, and you feel a bit lightheaded - but that’s ok. you make yourself some fresh coffee, black, no milk, no sugar. you curl up with the news, a good book, or the laptop, and sip your hot coffee. slowly waking up. you take a hot shower, and you are not disgusted by what you see. you style your hair, moisturise, the whole lot. put on cute underwear and do your make up. grab cute, tiny clothing and don’t worry about “looking bad” because you will look fantastic, even if you wear a shapeless jumper. just imagine how fantastic that would be. how liberating. there is only one thing you need to do: don’t eat that."
bring it, bikini season: Don’t Eat That.
I have an absolutely insatiable desire to be touched.
BMI 18.4, Height 5’4”, Weight 107.1