sick, but thinner....

I'm sick and grumpy. There is this awful fat cow in my kitchen right now and even her voice jiggles. I have no idea how she fucking got into this place but it's really quite sad to watch her try to do anything. The other annoying part of her being in my house is that NO ONE THAT LIVES HERE INVITED HER. The sort of girlfriend (toy) of a housemate brought her here, totally aware that I hate this bitch and don't want to share her company. Ugh. Awful twat. At least she serves as great reverse thinspo, especially on days that manage leotards. She has twat rolls and it's gross and wrong and makes me happy that I'm living on bare minimum of calories.

This place is full of beautiful and thin people, which makes me quite happy. the internet it sparse and expensive, but I love my skinnies too much to abandon you and let you think i'd run away from Ana.

In fact I've done the opposite. My bras don't fit as well because I'm shrinking. My chest bones are a little more visible, my collarbone pops a bit more. My hip bones stick out pleasantly and even my fat flabby thighs are slowing drifting apart.

Stay strong, think thin.

i live in England now

Every day is insane and I rarely have internet. This stuff is harder to post than a normal blog, when out in public, that is. I am training 9-10 hours per day here and it's lovely. I can feel my bones blooming through my skin again. A recent personal tragedy sent me running into Ana's arms as well, and eating is really a thing I do to keep up appearances and when I absolutely feel like I will faint. Currently, even the brightest day feels gray and my heart is fucking broken because one of my beautiful lovers has passed on from this life.

All of my pain and my challenges are wonderful thinspo in some sick way though. If something hurts (something always hurts), I make it a mark of pride. Every time I want to cry, I hear Ana telling me I don't deserve those tears yet. I must drink more water, I must train harder, I must not keep fighting, and I must let her win. More water, more cigarettes, less food. I can't binge here, like physically incapable of it, since a binge to me was a normal day's calories for a sane person... the training is so intense that i can eat a whole sandwich I won't gain weight. Not like I'm trying to gain anything though. Only losing. Losing is really all I can do. I lose weight. I lose friends. I lose faith...

My boyfriend back home is the best thing ever though. He sends me packages with photos and notes and wonderful things.