I’m really upset. Everything sucks because the last few nights, there’s been this stupid thing that’s been triggering me, and today I felt so fucking fat, I wanted to die. I gained a pound, and I feel like I can’t get anywhere, and I don’t know that I want to recover, because the worse I get, the more I know that someday I’ll be perfect. I’ll be able to look in the mirror and be proud of my body. But I’m not even seeing a difference, even when the scale tells me I’ve lost weight. And im so afraid this is going to make me lose Chris, because he has no idea how to help me, and it kills him, because it’s impossible to tell him why. There is no why. It just is. I want to be perfect for him. I want to look perfect. I don’t want to be so fucking emotional.

// body hair is not unfeminine//

(Source: periodpoops, via ampersandsanonymous)