Get Skinny. Die Trying.

I'm Cait. I just made this weightloss blog. I'm currently in my 14th month of treatment for EDNOS. I can't wait for college because I can finally lose this weight.
5'6" and 154 lbs.
Lowest was 141. Then I was forced to Gain. I'm not pro-ana, I just have a weird view point on it. I'm looking for a weightloss buddy.

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation

—Monica Drake- Clown Girl  (via tropicalrainstorm)

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I want to be kissed angrily.

I want a girl who has had an extremely bad day and is mad at the world, shove me against a wall and kiss me until both our lips start to bruise. I want her to pour out all the anger shes feeling and shove it down my lungs, and then I want to push back. Not with force but with air, I want to turn that anger into love and turn the bruising kiss soft. I want to remind her that life is too beautiful to hate.

This is absolutely perfect.

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Here’s the deal. You’re not going to feel like you’re thin or sick enough. You’re just not, that’s the nature of this illness. But one day, you’ll realize you were. One day you’ll know the truth.

But you can’t get there if you don’t decide that you’re going to take a leap of faith and eat and get better, even while you feel like you weren’t sick enough. It’s gotta be done.

—Just do it. (I sent this to someone but I feel like it’s really universally applicable.)

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Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me - choke those little bad days. Choke ‘em down to nothing.

—Tom Waits (via mau-die)

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