Mrs. T-800
schwarzenegger fangirl ♡t-800 from t2 is my love♡
- Nov 25, 2025
- 158
I want to die. I hate myself. No number is ever good enough. No I cannot just not weight myself or not count calories. I want to slough and cut every ounce of fat off. I hate every bit of my skin. I am well aware I look sickly and I even agree that I'd look better with weight on. But I can't. I just can't. It's not even about vanity or control, it's just compulsion. Every time I eat all I can do is add numbers and factor then in a white hot desire to stick my fingers down my throat. Every glance in the mirror tells me to off myself. I can't fit into womanly clothing anymore; my waist is a doll's, but I don't wear anything well. Always my knees knock, my elbows hurt and dig, my bottom is numb; but if these things don't happen, I panic. I don't drink water because it'll be weight added even if no calories. I'll sometimes rather eat the more caloric option than the one that is less so but weighs more because I weigh myself like ten times daily and seeing a pound, even of no calories, makes me want to neck myself. I hate this body. I hate this body. I hate this body. I don't care how skinny or beautiful I am. I don't care that I modeled. I don't. All I can think of is that I will never reach a goal and it can always move. I hate myself. Goodness. I hate myself. I don't want to eat. I don't want to live.