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WARNING: mentions of purging, low self esteem, burning.
http://alovelysilence.tumblr.com/ <my blog:)
Hello, my name is Danielle, and I’m 5’1 and 19 years old. My weight is about 160. This is my second submission.
Recently, I finally started to stop my unhealthy ways of losing weight, and with that…I stopped purging. It’s been a long few months, and in those months, I’ve put on 15 lbs because I haven’t stopped the bingeing that I’d usually purge from…but I’m getting better. It’s a slow process. 
I’ve been trying to love myself more, but it’s really hard for me to turn back years of self hate into self love. For example. I hate my thighs. They’re huge, and they have cellulite all over them. I have a flat butt, which is a pain to find pants that fit me because of my thighs and lack of a bum. I dislike the shape of my body, and I wish I were more hourglass shaped…or at least taller. I have a scar on my leg from a minor surgery, and a burn mark on my right wrist from me trying to find other ways to manage my emotional pain.
I do like some things about me though. I love  my eyes. you cant tell here very well, but I’ve been complimented on my eye color, my long eyelashes, and just how round my eyes are.  I absolutely love my cleavage, and I wouldn’t trade anything for them. I think I’m a wonderful person to be around, and someday someone else will ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM. I am done trying to conform myself into an image that I hope will please or attract people to me. If they don’t like me the way I am, they aren’t worth it. Done are the nights crying over my weight and why I have no one. I am turning a new leaf. One that is less focused on appearance and more on  just…living life without a care in the world about who the hell thinks I’m fat, ugly, or any other derogatory name I have been called in the past.
All of you people are absolutely STUNNING, and I wish you the best of luck on your journeys to love the body you were born with.:)
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE REVOLUTION!

WARNING: mentions of purging, low self esteem, burning.

http://alovelysilence.tumblr.com/ <my blog:)

Hello, my name is Danielle, and I’m 5’1 and 19 years old. My weight is about 160. This is my second submission.

Recently, I finally started to stop my unhealthy ways of losing weight, and with that…I stopped purging. It’s been a long few months, and in those months, I’ve put on 15 lbs because I haven’t stopped the bingeing that I’d usually purge from…but I’m getting better. It’s a slow process. 

I’ve been trying to love myself more, but it’s really hard for me to turn back years of self hate into self love. For example. I hate my thighs. They’re huge, and they have cellulite all over them. I have a flat butt, which is a pain to find pants that fit me because of my thighs and lack of a bum. I dislike the shape of my body, and I wish I were more hourglass shaped…or at least taller. I have a scar on my leg from a minor surgery, and a burn mark on my right wrist from me trying to find other ways to manage my emotional pain.

I do like some things about me though. I love  my eyes. you cant tell here very well, but I’ve been complimented on my eye color, my long eyelashes, and just how round my eyes are.  I absolutely love my cleavage, and I wouldn’t trade anything for them. I think I’m a wonderful person to be around, and someday someone else will ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM. I am done trying to conform myself into an image that I hope will please or attract people to me. If they don’t like me the way I am, they aren’t worth it. Done are the nights crying over my weight and why I have no one. I am turning a new leaf. One that is less focused on appearance and more on  just…living life without a care in the world about who the hell thinks I’m fat, ugly, or any other derogatory name I have been called in the past.

All of you people are absolutely STUNNING, and I wish you the best of luck on your journeys to love the body you were born with.:)

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE REVOLUTION!