i know its hard. your stomach is screaming for food, and you can’t help thinking about the cupboards stacked with chocolate and crisps and snacks. so go ahead. eat them, fill yourself up. but before you do that, take a moment to think about the following things:
🍂your teeny tiny waist
🍂ankles so small your cosy socks barely stay up
🍂legs in black jeans on a big comfy chair, gap so wide you can see the floor below
🍂the comments from your friends. today a friend of mine said, “i want to hug you so bad, but you’re so bony!”
🍂she then said, “you’re just too cute, i’ll hug you anyway”
🍂drinking a mug of hot chocolate as the leaves fall, without guilt because you’ve earned it
🍂giant jumpers on your tiny frame, that you look skinny in anyways because nothing could possibly make you look fat
🍂carving pumpkins with high, delicate cheekbones stained rose and eyes so big you look like a doll
🍂being the fittest amongst your friends, today i ran a whole mile far in front of everyone else, turning heads that my tiny legs could take me so fast
🍂finally being pretty
🍂finally being skinny
🍂finally being perfect
now, do you still want to binge? i didn’t think so