… So a while ago I found out I was pregnant. I’ve been doing my best to eat regularly and healthy. But it’s just so hard. I feel awful but at the same time I love this baby. But I’m scared that I won’t be able to eat normally for the baby… -.-
1.
a. Relatively small in extent from one surface to the opposite, usually in the smallest solid dimension: a thin book.
b. Not great in diameter or cross section; fine: thin wire.
2. Lean or slender in form, build, or stature.
3.
a. Not dense or concentrated; sparse: the thin vegetation of the plateau.
b. More rarefied than normal: thin air.
4.
a. Flowing with relative ease; not viscous: a thin oil.
b. Watery: thin soup.
5. Sparsely supplied or provided; scanty: a thin menu; thin trading.
6. Lacking force or substance; flimsy: a thin attempt.
7. Lacking resonance or fullness; tinny: The piano had a thin sound.
8. Lacking radiance or intensity: thin light.
9. Not having enough photographic density or contrast to make satisfactory prints. Used of a negative.
adv.
1. In a thin manner: Spread the varnish thin if you don’t want it to wrinkle.
2. So as to be thin: Cut the cheese thin.
tr. & intr.v. thinned,
thin·ning,
thins
To make or become thin or thinner.
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The days just keep rolling
Yea like a boss.
I have come to the conclusion that if god were real he would answer my prayer. The simple prayer I had prayed, wished, and begged for many times. No, my prayer is not to be skinny. Not have attention. Not for anything materialistic, but for the strength and courage to get out of this horrible loop pattern I am stuck on and to clear my mind of these horrible thoughts. I wake up and think about dying. Thinking “why the fuck did I wake up today.” I walk around town thinking, ” when I cross this street I hope this car hits me.” i don’t eat in front of my friends and I sit there and think, ” I want them to notice me, notice how I need help.” if I eat I puke it up, then afterwards I cut myself, I cut myself for being a stupid fat unlike-able pig. God if you are real, why can’t you help me? I may not be poor or have the worst situation but god is supposed to help everyone, is he not?
-sincerely, I don’t know anymore.
I hate my legs… I work so hard everyday and it doesn’t even show.
