he stayed a week.
I GAINED FIVE POUNDS.
i am not happy.
and now im lonelly he is gone.
im going to be a bridesmaid, i had better kick it into high gear man, ommmmfgggg. fat fat fat
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This is a story about a broken girl. Very broken. I love my self loathing; I hate how much of me there is to revile. I am loved. If I could just be good enough for myself.
I want perfection.
That is less, and yet more, than I am now.
fivefooteight
start of the obsession - 2003 (April) CW - 180 (November 2014)
HW - 226 (2012)
LW - 126 (2006)
GW1- 170 (dec 2015) GW2 - 150 (feb 2015) GW3 - 126 (june 2015) UGW - 115 (september 2015)
xoxo
Queenie
All Of This Will Make Sense When I Get Better
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I want perfection.
That is less, and yet more, than I am now.
fivefooteight
start of the obsession - 2003 (April)
Queenie
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