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 Recommend </description><title>Confessions about Eating Disorders</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @confessionsabouteatingdisorders)</generator><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>67610) This all started when someone called me chubby as a joke</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50828390984</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50828390984</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 18:21:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67609) Every time I cook for someone, I always make sure they're consuming more calories than me.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50826368776</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50826368776</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 17:53:10 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67608) I haven't really eaten that much today, and I just binged and when I was done, i burped and puke almost came up and now I'm crying because I ate so much food I don't know what to do anymore. It's either starve or binge, starve or binge.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50824460047</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50824460047</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 17:25:08 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67607) I can't even tell why I'm hungry anymore. You get used to it, but that doesn't mean the constant ache ever leaves.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50822614473</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50822614473</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 16:56:41 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67606) I was at the doctor the other day and she told me I had gained x and that she was "so proud of me". When I told my mom she said she was "so proud of me", and so happy I was finally getting better and finally "applying myself". She thought that it was the beginning of a new life for me, one of health and happiness. I thought it was the end of mine.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50820882830</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50820882830</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 16:28:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67605) He told me he asked me to prom as a favor because he knew nobody else would. I had just finished a weekend of laxative abuse, I didn't know how to purge any further. I just cut instead.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50819267961</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50819267961</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 16:00:15 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67604) I hate when people look at me, I feel like they're looking at my chubby face or my chubby legs or my chubby everything else. I wish I was invisible.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50817782270</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50817782270</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 15:32:07 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67603) Since I'm unable to not-eat anymore, I've been starting to purge. I guess I just can't live without an ED.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50816411085</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50816411085</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 15:03:40 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67602) My SO's ED makes me really angry, even though I used to have one too. It makes me furious to see them destroying themselves the way I did.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50815171824</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50815171824</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 14:35:39 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67601) My boyfriend's sister has anorexia and she's my biggest trigger. Go figure.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50814025553</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50814025553</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 14:07:11 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67600) I don't really know who I am anymore, my personality is lost, my mind has sucked it up. No one knows, no one ever will; because I just fake smiles and laugh along with reality.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50812961032</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50812961032</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 13:39:11 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67599) My parents knows about my eating disorder. Yet my father still makes jokes. And just the other day my mother told me I can never commit to losing weight, that when I was I should have kept going. I don't think she realises that I'm still the same. I'm still losing weight. Who can I turn to when the two people who are suppose to care the most for me, don't even care that I'm slowly dying..?</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50811943446</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50811943446</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 13:10:41 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67598) My boyfriend has a new job that's making him lose weight, despite him eating all the time. Today, he pulled up his sleeve to show me how tan he's getting and it felt like someone punched me in the heart. He's so small without trying, he's my biggest trigger.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50809650403</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50809650403</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:42:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67597) I don't even know if I have An Eating Disorder, but I feel like when I eat people think I eat funny and that my mouth is weird, I feel they are all watching me eat, I feel fat when I eat and that they're all thinking to themselves, "Wow why would she eat that, doesn't she know shes fat?" But, when I don't eat I feel like a they are thinking I'm a failure for trying to go on a diet, The funny thing is, that they are all eating too.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50806739578</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50806739578</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:14:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67596) Why can't people understand that no, I'm not going to try a bigger size?</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50804010781</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50804010781</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 11:46:10 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67595) Whenever my boyfriend and I fight, it's about food. And it's all my fault because of my FUCKING ED! I hate this!</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50801782932</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50801782932</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 11:18:07 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67594) Every morning I promise myself that today I start eating healthy and respecting and loving my body. Also every night I realise that again today I've either eaten nothing at all or just about everything in sight.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50800010035</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50800010035</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 10:49:37 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67593) I only consider dating guys less attractive than me or guys that are heavier because I don't want to feel inadequate.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50798875912</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50798875912</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 10:21:36 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67592) I come late for class everyday because I ''have to'' purge my lunch first.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50797865401</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50797865401</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 09:53:10 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>67591) I had a thought, it was from two years back. I was happy, I didn't constantly worry about food. I now do know that I've turned into a monster.</title><link>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50796819590</link><guid>http://confessionsabouteatingdisorders.tumblr.com/post/50796819590</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 09:25:06 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
