Through the Looking-Glass

67388) The thing that people don’t understand is that I DON’T want a boyfriend. I DON’T want guys looking at me or my body. I don’t even want to be seen.

(Source: confessionsabouteatingdisorders, via disordereating)

Anonymous asked: I am just your age and I have a friend who is also anorectic and cuts herselve. And I just can say: Please dare to talk to a psychotherapist (specialist!!-cognitiv-behavorial my tip)She was is hospital and starts to life again now!! do you know, WHY you don't "do better"?I think that you CANT because you never LEARNED better alternatives!for instance to love yourselve,because noone did love herselve/hissleve in your family,and your mom learned wrong from her mom so not your fault!check help dear

I already talk to a psychotherapist for many years, and it helped me at some point. Now it’s a bit complicated, but I don’t give up. Anyway, thank you for your message, because what you wrote about my mom and my grandma is very, very true. I never saw the situation this way. Thank you, really :) 

Randoms thoughts…

As usual tonight, my head is full of questions without answers, and I am arguing with that part of myself who spends her time trying to bring me down, trying to kill me slowly. You know, that voice who whispers that you are fat, worthless, good for nothing, that voice who whispers that you cannot be happy, no girl, not today, not tomorrow, never. That voice, she locks me up into my sadness and obsessive thoughts. That voice alienates me. Everything I perceive, everything I remember, everything I love, everything I learn is automatically ruined, wasted, tingued with pain and hate. Like a black and white filter. 

And here again, these 2 voices cannot shut the fuck up and I am sitting on my bed, looking like an idiot. 

I am wondering why do I think it is wrong to love oneself, why do I think it is a form of pretentiousness, why cannot I just be kind to myself ? Why cannot I just do it ? Everytime I try, the other voice is here, and reminds me that I am fucking disgusting and selfish. Everytime, I just feel the urge to cut. 

I am wondering why I cannot say I am not fine. I mean, not write it, but actually say it. Say I need help, I need support, I need a human presence. Why do the words stay in my head (when I find them…) ? Everything is so confused. I am acting like I don’t give a fuck and everyone thinks I have no feelings at all even though I am anxious and sad. I don’t know how to be authentic with others. I only know how to pretend and lie. 

I try to understand myself. I try to understand what is happening in my mind when I want to binge. I try to understand why do I want to be so scrawny, why do I want to cut, why do I hate this body so much ? And the more I damage it, the more I hate it. It’s a vircious circle. It never ends. 

Well, that’s done, I am terribly annoyed myself with these thoughts. The final question could be “why can’t I just shut up and be a normal girl ?”.

I am sorry, this post is nonsense.