Office by Alex Penny
Call me N. I'm 17. I'm fighting for something I used to have, and that doesn't make me sick or strange. I don't have an eating disorder; I just want to be beautiful. I am not, nor have I ever been, pro-ana or pro-mia.
I want to be a writer, an actress, a photographer, a director, an artist. I want to be the most incredible person I can be. I want to be weightless, because that would be enough.
Height: 5'3"
HW: 145lbs.
CW: 137lbs.
GW1: 120lbs.
GW2: 115lbs.
GW3: 110lbs.
UGW: 100lbs/Size 2 dress by next prom.
(via thinskinnybeautiful)
(Source: les-cygnes)
(via dirtylouboutins)
13newbeginnings-deactivated2010: with the guy thing, it's simply confidence. i used to suck at talking to guys and as i lost weight, it wasn't that i looked better it was just that i felt better about myself and talked to them more as friends :) the trick is to think of them as nothing more than friends otherwise i got all nervous >< hahah xxxx
Just as friends? I like that, hahaha. I get nervous and say something wildly inappropriate or completely random, usually because I’m trying too hard to be cute. ><
Thank you. :) <3
How do you get guys to talk to you?
And how the fuck do you talk back?
I am a failure. I have no idea how to flirt or seduce. As I’m losing weight, I’m seeing boys are creeping on/looking at me more, but they aren’t talking to me. I do not understand.
Losing weight only gets looks, personality gets conversation. Be yourself only more confident, and don’t try to “flirt or seduce”. No guy likes that at our age. They like a funny, smart girl they can relate to. Flirting and seducing comes later when you’ve already stolen their attention by not being a whore. :)
The not being a whore thing is definitely a plus, because that’s definitely not me. :)
Thank you so much! I just need to grow a pair and talk to some new people, I guess.
(Source: i-skinny)
How do you get guys to talk to you?
And how the fuck do you talk back?
I am a failure. I have no idea how to flirt or seduce. As I’m losing weight, I’m seeing boys are creeping on/looking at me more, but they aren’t talking to me. I do not understand.
I love you all so much.
Story time, as sort of an introduction!
I was looking at some old pictures, from my sophomore year of high school, or the year my life spun out of control. I was enormous. 145-150 pounds on a five foot three girl. Disgusting, I know.
So I went in to my bedroom, shut the door, and stared in the mirror, observing how I can sort of see my collarbones, how my calves barely touch, and how my hips are actually quite narrow, just the muscles in my thighs and the love handles make them seem larger.
I will never, ever, let myself get that huge again. It was embarrassing, it was an identity crisis every time I looked in the mirror.
I can, and WILL do this. That girl is gone, and she is never coming back.
