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I'm Harley, I'm 14, I'm Gay and have Diagnosed Anorexia Nervosa Anxiety and Depression, I want only 3 things, Love, perfection and happiness.

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Hey there, Let me re-introduce myself. I’m Harley, I’m 14, I’m Gay and I’m a Recovering Anorexic!

p.s hospital internet is S-L-O-W, but it’s a small price to pay for being alive. I get out next month if all goes well, and all WILL go well. I never thought I’d see the day where I’d actually be glad to be alive :D

Anonymous asked
will you get better for me baby?

Reblog this if you’ve ever taken a razor to your wrist, skipped a meal, cried yourself to sleep, piled on the make-up to impress someone at school, weighed yourself everyday, i want to follow every single one of you.

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IMAGINE THIS. You enter the bathroom, step on the scale. Waiting for it to load…..numbers pop up. You tilt your head down and you see your UGW. Your face glows up. Your heart bounces and you get that feeling that you did it! You walk out of that bathroom door in so much confidence. Get that moment! Don’t give up!

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those hip bones <3

those hip bones <3

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I am disgusting

I made myself throw up for the first, second and third time today and I now I’m not going to be able to stop doing it..
8 weeks of treatment and this is where it’s gotten me 12lbs heavier and throwing up the small amount of food I actually eat.
Now I’m severely restricting myself worse than before to get rid of the weight they made me put on (I used to restrict to 200-300 now I won’t go 1cal over 200) AND on top of that sticking to my harsh exercise routine and now this (which I WILL keep doing)

I fucking hate this sickness I want it to go away but I can’t stop it..I’m getting worse and worse and honestly I’ll be suprised if I even make it to my 14th birthday.

What’s worse is the only person who cares, the only person I’d get better for (my father) lives halfway around the world.

8 weeks in hell.

I’m so glad to be out of hospital again.
I was so scared to go into treatment, and not without reason. Those 8 weeks were complete and utter hell…towards the end I thought maybe I was recovering but when the news came that I had to leave because mum couldn’t afford to keep me in anymore all the improvements (if there were any) went out the window and the fear returned only now I’m scared of the real world…I already know that there is no way I can keep up my recovery out here where I have control and there’s a set of scales in the bathroom and an uncaring mother in the next room (the very scarce time she’s actually home).

Hello real world, Goodbye chances of recovery…