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AUNT D's HAIR SALON ❤️ :
Don't try this at home!
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Pressy Edit :
I edit pictures
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mahi :
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#cassieskins #real #relatable #fyp #xybza From the outside, people think an eating disorder is only about food. They see the weight loss, the skipped meals, the obsession with calories, and they assume it’s all about wanting to be thin. But from the inside, it feels like something completely different. It feels like control. It feels like safety. Sometimes, it even feels like success. When everything in my life feels chaotic—school pressure, expectations, emotions I can’t explain—my eating disorder gives me rules. Clear, strict, unbreakable rules. Eat this, don’t eat that. Stay under a certain number. Weigh yourself. Measure progress. In a world where nothing feels certain, these rules make me feel grounded. I don’t have to guess what to do; I just follow them. There’s also a strange sense of achievement. Every time I ignore hunger, it feels like I’ve “won.” Hunger stops being a signal from my body and turns into a challenge. The longer I can go without eating, the stronger I feel mentally. It’s like proving that I have discipline, that I’m not weak. Other people might celebrate good grades or sports victories—I celebrate self-control. Another reason it feels good is the numbness. Before, my emotions were overwhelming. Anxiety, sadness, stress—they were always there, too loud, too intense. But when I restrict food, everything becomes quieter. It’s like turning down the volume on my feelings. I don’t feel as much, and in a strange way, that feels like relief. There’s also validation. People notice. They comment. “You look different.” “You’ve lost weight.” Even if they don’t know what’s really happening, their words feel like proof that I’m doing something right. It reinforces the behavior. It tells me to keep going. But what people don’t see—and what I sometimes try to ignore—is that this “good” feeling comes at a cost. The control I think I have slowly starts to control me. The rules become stricter. The numbers are never low enough. The “success” I feel is never satisfying for long. What once felt like strength starts to feel like a trap I can’t escape from. The numbness doesn’t just block out bad emotions—it blocks out everything. Joy, excitement, connection. I stop laughing as much. I stop caring about things I used to love. My world becomes smaller, focused only on food, weight, and control. Physically, my body starts to weaken. I feel tired all the time. My concentration drops. Simple things become exhausting. But even then, part of me still clings to the disorder, because it feels like the only thing I’m good at. That’s the contradiction of an eating disorder: it feels like it helps, even when it’s hurting me. It feels like a solution, even though it creates more problems. It promises control, but takes it away. If I’m honest, the “good” parts aren’t really good—they’re just temporary relief from something deeper. The eating disorder doesn’t fix the chaos or the pain. It just hides it, while slowly making everything worse.
#cassieskins #real #relatable #fyp #xybza From the outside, people think an eating disorder is only about food. They see the weight loss, the skipped meals, the obsession with calories, and they assume it’s all about wanting to be thin. But from the inside, it feels like something completely different. It feels like control. It feels like safety. Sometimes, it even feels like success. When everything in my life feels chaotic—school pressure, expectations, emotions I can’t explain—my eating disorder gives me rules. Clear, strict, unbreakable rules. Eat this, don’t eat that. Stay under a certain number. Weigh yourself. Measure progress. In a world where nothing feels certain, these rules make me feel grounded. I don’t have to guess what to do; I just follow them. There’s also a strange sense of achievement. Every time I ignore hunger, it feels like I’ve “won.” Hunger stops being a signal from my body and turns into a challenge. The longer I can go without eating, the stronger I feel mentally. It’s like proving that I have discipline, that I’m not weak. Other people might celebrate good grades or sports victories—I celebrate self-control. Another reason it feels good is the numbness. Before, my emotions were overwhelming. Anxiety, sadness, stress—they were always there, too loud, too intense. But when I restrict food, everything becomes quieter. It’s like turning down the volume on my feelings. I don’t feel as much, and in a strange way, that feels like relief. There’s also validation. People notice. They comment. “You look different.” “You’ve lost weight.” Even if they don’t know what’s really happening, their words feel like proof that I’m doing something right. It reinforces the behavior. It tells me to keep going. But what people don’t see—and what I sometimes try to ignore—is that this “good” feeling comes at a cost. The control I think I have slowly starts to control me. The rules become stricter. The numbers are never low enough. The “success” I feel is never satisfying for long. What once felt like strength starts to feel like a trap I can’t escape from. The numbness doesn’t just block out bad emotions—it blocks out everything. Joy, excitement, connection. I stop laughing as much. I stop caring about things I used to love. My world becomes smaller, focused only on food, weight, and control. Physically, my body starts to weaken. I feel tired all the time. My concentration drops. Simple things become exhausting. But even then, part of me still clings to the disorder, because it feels like the only thing I’m good at. That’s the contradiction of an eating disorder: it feels like it helps, even when it’s hurting me. It feels like a solution, even though it creates more problems. It promises control, but takes it away. If I’m honest, the “good” parts aren’t really good—they’re just temporary relief from something deeper. The eating disorder doesn’t fix the chaos or the pain. It just hides it, while slowly making everything worse.

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