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I want everyone to reblog this. I know no one will, because this isn’t a picture of a skinny girl or a deep meaningful quote. This is deeper than everything, how can someone ignore what’s happening in Gaza at the moment. This is one example of many innocent lives being threatened for no reason. This breaks my heart.

Punk ass niggas

Oh my god

please reblog x



Please do not ever do this to your child.
This is a weight loss contract using money towards my college fund as an incentive. My dad gave it to me when I was 16. At that point I was probably a good 30-40 pounds under my highest weight.
One morning I walked downstairs for breakfast and it was folded up in an envelope with my name on it, waiting for me at my place at the table.
Basically, my parents wanted me to bet on my ability to lose weight.
I can’t even describe how absolutely crushed I was as I read this piece of paper for the first time. It didn’t motivate me at it. It made me want to starve myself until I reached a weight that my parents decided was acceptable. It told me that my parents were willing to literally PAY me to lose weight and stop being their fat daughter. The thought of my parents watching every little thing I put in my mouth and standing over me as I weighed myself sent my anxiety through the roof. 
If you’re concerned about your child’s weight, this is NOT the way to tell them. I never mentioned this “contract” to my parents, and they never asked about it.
Instead I dove head first into a cycle of binging and restricting for 3 years. Even though thoughts of food and calories took over my life, I was determined to never let on that I was concerned about my weight. I didn’t want them to know that what they thought mattered to me. To this day, any comment from either one of them about my body or what I’m eating or how I look sounds negative and hurtful to me, regardless of their intentions.
It’s unbelievable how incredibly hurtful this piece of paper still is today, almost 6 years later. I happened to find it in a stack of my old things at my parents house a couple of minutes ago, and it still made me cry. I’ve come so far from where I was a couple of years ago, struggling with disordered eating. And yet seeing this again makes me never want to eat again. 
Edit: Reading through this again, I realize how negative I left off. I will never return to disordered eating ever again, I rarely experience those kinds of feelings anymore. 
I’m so much happier now than I was even 2 years ago. I accept and love my body, and my only goal is to make it the strongest and healthiest it can be. I stopped working out so that I could eat and started eating so that I could fuel my workouts. Regardless of the setbacks you’ve experienced in your life, there’s always hope. Keep moving forward towards your goals. You CAN achieve them.

your parents paid you to get skinny? fuck lmao i wish i had your parents

…..no.This is what happens when posts like this get a certain number of notes. It moves outside of the topical community it originated from and then the people who see it in their feeds don’t understand why it’s so significant.It wasn’t a positive opportunity at all. This only encouraged my eating disorder.

Ornelia Edwards, The Blonds Spring 2012
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