The date and time it is minus December 29th, 1991 at approximately seven o'clock in the morning equals my age.
I have a wonderful boyfriend named Jeff who is my everything.
I have an obsession with Marilyn Manson, Motionless in White, astronomy, science in general, and Stephen Hawking.
I am a physics major, astronomy minor, and I play the piano.
I love heavy metal.
I'll beat you in chess.
My personality type is INTJ.
I'm a vegan and I don't have a religion.
I am very misanthropic.
I am anorexic.
I'm straight edge. (Which means I don't do drugs or consume alcohol.)
I would waste time telling you about who I am, yet I'd rather you find out by yourself.
Now it’s hard and painful to move my neck and to function. Jeezzz.
I hate how nothing ever fits me. Everything is made for women with curves which I don’t have and don’t want to have. Well, women with curves, you unfortunately won and now the world only caters to you and your clothing needs. I guess I’m not a “real woman” according to the fucking people who design clothing. Well, fuck them.
If you’re a supporter of something and for something, wouldn’t you want to post pictures and type about how awesome it is and how happy it makes you? I mean if you truly were an advocate for the “anorexic lifestyle” like you claim to be, you’d post pictures of how happy anorexics are, how being anorexic is the best thing in the world, you’d type about how happy you are to be a part of this lifestyle, etc.
It seems like most of you aren’t “pro anorexia” or “pro ana”, but whinny sophomoric teenage or preteen girls who just desperately want attention by faking having an eating disorder. I’m sorry, but “I had a salad for dinner! I’m so anorexic!” or “I skipped dinner once! I’m so pro ana!” isn’t being anorexic. It’s being a fucking idiot. I personally recommend that you get professional mental help for wanting to seek attention in such a negative and immature way.
I truly have anorexia, and although I honestly don’t hate it and I enjoy the results it gave/gives me, I am not an advocate of my eating disorder. I’d rather focus my attention or energy on being an advocate for science, critical thinking, and being “pro intelligence”. I don’t feel like pushing something that may be the reason someone dies upon them or saying that it’s okay. I may be fine and accepting that I have anorexia and that I enjoy the results, but to inflict or impose my dangerous lifestyle upon others and possibly cause someone to die from it is not responsible and something I’d feel morally right doing.
I think people need to learn how to think.
A lot of people think someone who is underweight and a vegan, such as myself, are starving and dying, yet I’m actually swimming in nutrition because the foods I do eat are rich in valuable nutrients. However, a healthy weighted or overweighted person who lives on fast food, processed foods, and an animal product based diet is, literally, starving themselves to death and allowing their only one body to swim in a pool of fatty toxic garbage. So, it’s pretty much like starving and drowning at the same time. I know. What a wonderful combination.
Ignore my face or my ridiculous white bra, but this is what abs look like and this is what a BMI of 16.7 looks like.
To be completely honest, I don’t. You don’t live in my body. I do, and I am in love with it. My body is the only thing I truly own and can do whatever I want with, so if I want to be a scrawny little bitch who has no curves, that’s my decision and my business. People think it’s rude to tell an overweight person that they are fat and should lose weight, yet they seem to have no problem telling me that my body is ugly and I should gain it. Hypocritical much? I don’t want the ugly “soft” and “inviting” curves of a woman on my body because I’m not a soft and inviting person. I’m not comfortable or happy with being soft and inviting. It’s just not me. So, saying I should look a certain way to please someone or to be more “acceptable” is like insulting me as a whole. I am not just a brain inside of a body. I am a body. I am the entire thing. So, if you don’t like the entirety that is me, that’s fine. I don’t really care. You’re free to have whatever opinion of me that you want, but don’t expect me to give a fuck or change the entirety of my being just for the likes of anyone on the face of this planet or just to please you or your eyes.
I’m 5’7”, 107 pounds, and a size 0 to a size 1. I just ate about 1/3 of a jar of peanut butter today, like I do everyday, and I’m not gaining weight. It’s animal based products as well as processed foods that make you fat.