sudmais
June 4th, 2013, 08:39 PM
for as long as i have been sentient, so maybe like since i was 4 or 5, i don’t know, i just know i can barely remember any times when i was not aware of weight. i could probably count those memories on my fingers.
i didn’t want to eat lunch today because i still feel like i’m fat and fat people are supposed to lose weight. i know i could have held out. i wonder if i could have held out till 3. i have a fucked up brain. i ate because i didn’t want to dishonor people who are really hurting though.
there are girls and boys dying from starving themselves and i don’t want to trivialize there plight in any way shape or form.
i’m afraid that i like them because they encourage weight gain… once i realized that, i wondered if i wanted an ED so i could get told to gain weight and then i was so disappointed in myself. then i remember my favorite feederism stories have women being told to get fat.
and this is the part of the show where i am thoroughly disgusted with myself. and at the same time, i can attempt to understand myself. i guess i just want an excuse to live out my fantasies that i deny myself in real life…
i know this is bad
i know i shouldn’t. i don’t want to waste people’s time. i don’t want to make people worry. i don’t want to hurt anyone and i don’t want to be diagnosed with anything. i want to hate myself, but i know i shouldn’t.
i like fat but i feel guilty for liking fat.i like my curves. i also like the idea of me getting told to get bigger.but i’m afraid the only way i’d get that satisfaction is to become underweight. kinda like a middle finger to certain people. like ‘look what i had to do to be happy’. but i do’t want to mock people who are actually suffering. if i’m a disgusting twisted, bastard, son of a bitch for feeling this way, then so be it.
i’m not proud of it, but am i allowed to accept this as part of me?
lorrd, i bet if my family found out, they’d try to pray the it away, lol
the more i think about this, the more i want to do it somehow…but how without getting diagnosed and insulting the recovery community ?
the problem with so much time with myself alone means that i psychoanalyze my desires and i learn about myself. it’s a good thing that i’m starting to be honest with myself and accept myself and my desires for once. but i’m also a bit disgusted with myself…
i didn’t want to eat lunch today because i still feel like i’m fat and fat people are supposed to lose weight. i know i could have held out. i wonder if i could have held out till 3. i have a fucked up brain. i ate because i didn’t want to dishonor people who are really hurting though.
there are girls and boys dying from starving themselves and i don’t want to trivialize there plight in any way shape or form.
i’m afraid that i like them because they encourage weight gain… once i realized that, i wondered if i wanted an ED so i could get told to gain weight and then i was so disappointed in myself. then i remember my favorite feederism stories have women being told to get fat.
and this is the part of the show where i am thoroughly disgusted with myself. and at the same time, i can attempt to understand myself. i guess i just want an excuse to live out my fantasies that i deny myself in real life…
i know this is bad
i know i shouldn’t. i don’t want to waste people’s time. i don’t want to make people worry. i don’t want to hurt anyone and i don’t want to be diagnosed with anything. i want to hate myself, but i know i shouldn’t.
i like fat but i feel guilty for liking fat.i like my curves. i also like the idea of me getting told to get bigger.but i’m afraid the only way i’d get that satisfaction is to become underweight. kinda like a middle finger to certain people. like ‘look what i had to do to be happy’. but i do’t want to mock people who are actually suffering. if i’m a disgusting twisted, bastard, son of a bitch for feeling this way, then so be it.
i’m not proud of it, but am i allowed to accept this as part of me?
lorrd, i bet if my family found out, they’d try to pray the it away, lol
the more i think about this, the more i want to do it somehow…but how without getting diagnosed and insulting the recovery community ?
the problem with so much time with myself alone means that i psychoanalyze my desires and i learn about myself. it’s a good thing that i’m starting to be honest with myself and accept myself and my desires for once. but i’m also a bit disgusted with myself…