I never say I’m dieting.

I never say I exercise.

I never talk about my eating habits.

I never comment on my weight or draw any attention to it.

I never try to give anyone the impression that I’m anything other than a fat, lazy couch potato. Because then at least it seems like being this way is my choice, not that I have issues with self-control. Not that I’m weak. I’m just too lazy to try to change. I’m comfortable with this body.

When I was in the 7th grade, I never ate lunch. Still don’t. But back then I had to face the horror of noon hour supervisors, which, in a grade of 25 kids total, was sort of a problem. She’d bitch at me to eat, but I wouldn’t.

Then this douche of a kid I used to hang out with began teasing me about it. One day he asked me if I was anorexic. When I didn’t answer, he said, “Well, it isn’t working.”

I don’t want anybody to think that about me. So I pretend that I’m completely confident with who I am all the time, with everyone.

It’s better this way.

Ham and cheese sandwich: 110 calories (I only used 1 slice of bread!)

And that’s it. Fingers crossed that it stays that way!

anniemcgrego88:

Fell in love with these photos

thickwitness:

Swear on Jesus I’d date a girl if she’s like Azmarie

Note to self: ham tastes freaking nasty coming back up :P