A piece of whole meal toast with Vegemite and a glass of full sugar coke. Doing alright.. Next thing I know, housemate comes home with chips and calamari.. Ugh.

Ugh.. Regret.

Today has been a really bingey day. It's only 12:30pm and I've had a small bowl of sultana bran, tinned spaghetti and frozen yogurt.
Typed out that doesn't seem like much, but I feel so gross.. So disgusting, and so full of self loathing for letting my control slip.
Save me from myself. D:

Just a little thinspo!

Well, hey.

Hi, there. 

Starting a new blog is never easy. The community on here that is openly pro-Ana is absolutely the most supportive group I've ever witnessed.

So here goes.
I've struggled with anorexia and bulimia for close on 2 years. My anonymity protects me, so let's just call me J.
As well as my ED's, I've battled depression, general and social anxiety, bipolar disorder, antisocial personality disorder and an alcoholic and abusive mother alongside a drug dealer of a father that was never there for me. I've been seeing the same psychologist for close on a year now, futile cause if I do say so. I don't have a choice on going though.

I have a wonderful boyfriend, let's call him S. We've been together for 2, close to 3 years. He's amazing, but doesn't have the capability to empathize or support me the way a fellow victim could.

I currently weigh in at my heaviest, 68 kilograms. I'm 163 centimeters tall. Safe to say I'm fat, at the moment. At lightest I was 48 kilos.
My goal weight at the moment is 50.

I'm focused on nothing else but getting there at the moment.
Even if it kills me.

Binge, purge, starve on, pretties.

J x