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A Hand Full of Beauty

It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It doesn't matter how pretty your friends think you are. It doesn't matter how many guys praise your figure.
YOU ARE FAT.

What's keeping you from being happy?
What's stopping you from living the life you want?
What is the cause of all your misery?
Like I even need to reply...
The answer is sitting on your thighs...The problem is hanging on your hips...

Most people go through their lives being "average", "mediocre", "ok". Is that what you want? To be a "normal-sized" girl at a "healthy-weight" with "natural curves"?
Or a STUNNING girl, the HEAD-TURNER, the PERFECT one?

Most people accept themselves as God made them. Most people are happy with being average and ok. And do you know why? Because they are too weak, too lazy and too happy to sit on their over-sized arses to try to change.
NOT US.
You, me, us. We look upon them with pity, because they will never be any better, they will never know what it is like to be envied and adored. They will never be able to wear the beautiful clothes we can. They will never be noticed by the hottest guys. They will never be a part of our secret world and our secret strength.

I'm not under any illusions about my lifestyle choice. I chose the fucking hard way to live. I could have sat back and accepted my ugly reflection.
But I chose this. I chose to live a fucked up, secret life, scarred mentally and physically, obsessed and frantic. I chose to have an eating disorder. I have said it before and I will say it again: It is not an illness, it's a way of life - a glorious way of life. I have ultimate and absolute control over my future. I am unwritten. I am a blank canvas. I scrubbed out the fat outline and I'm sketching a new figure. I hold the pen, I hold control of it.




Beauty was held in my head...now it's in my hands.


You, me, us. We are the mentally creative geniuses, the artists of our beauty...and that power, that control is in our hands. Don't ever let it go.

Love to you all, my tiny angels xxx

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  1. i love this post. beautiful.

    your new template is gorgeous as well! lovely :)

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  2. I love this thanks so much! So beautiful!

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  3. Oh yes, I know that feling. What ever we do, we are always fat in our minds :( But im trying atkins now, so I dunno if I can call my self ana cuz' I dont feel like it. But I love ana still :) This diet is just so damn good.

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  4. wow a beautifully strong and motivational post
    thank you
    x

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  5. Ophelia you write like a Goddess. Sending you love. Xxx

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  6. This post turned me around in a good way.

    Thanks for that.

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  7. I completely agree with this post. Thank you!! <3

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  8. I agree with you 100 per cent...xx
    That post was soooo moving and poetic. Your really cool, thanks.

    <3

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