Really in love with Eat Pray Love right now.
I haven’t identified so much with a book in a really long time. I’ve underlined and written so much in the margins it’s hilarious. But I just see myself in this character’s shoes so easily.
LIVE in color.
I have extreme highs and extreme lows, awesomely great days and terribly bad days, but I try to stop and see the colors in life every once in a while...
Issues with weight, so although this is not strictly a weight loss blog, thoughts about weight fill my mind on a regular basis. No judgements please.
21 years old and just living my life.
I recently took a break from dancing while studying abroad. While it was worth it to live in the moment and not have to wear a leotard everyday...I really let myself go and now I'm determined to get my old self back.
*I do not own most of these photos.
wither: Bulimia.
A monster, thats hunger is never satisfied, no matter how many cookies or cheese slices or bowls of pasta you eat. You eat you eat you eat, until you feel as though your stomach is ripping at its seams, the pain, though excruciating, is pittance compared to the mental agony of the war inside your…
what am I doing?!?
Home.
Things I dislike about being home:
-Zero friends within walking distance
-The couch is not that comfy
-I’m becoming my mother’s slave: redecorating, cleaning, packing my sisters’ lunches for school, going grocery shopping…
-Dear family: please stop feeding me!
-I’m not dancing enough to stay in shape for auditions
-Currently no job and I’m going insane
Things I like about being home:
-CAT.
-CAT.
-CAT.
That’s about it.
Stop stop stop. Why is home so triggering? I hate being here already. I was doing so well for a few weeks. I’ve been alone barely a whole day. How can one day at home cause a binge relapse like this?
I barely have any muscle definition left and I’ve gained an obscene amount of weight this past month. Fuck. Time to get my act together.
now what.
(via ultrafrankenstein)
It’s Over?!
I really haven’t been sad until now. One day left before graduating? What is this real world crap? Hugged so many people last night who said “don’t leave.” Sorry juniors, wish I could stay here with you. Part of me wishes I had failed some class so I could stay another term…
did this for hours at the ashram retreat I just went on-amazing feeling.
(via ultrafrankenstein)
One paper.
One paper stands between me and my degree. It’s not even a final! I’ve turned in all my finals and yet I still can’t seem to finish this research paper that was due last Tuesday. fml.
