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cr0tch: PLEASE READ I’M BEGGING YOU GUYS TO HELP ME. STOP SCROLLING :’(   This is my best friend, Billy.  I’ve known him basically since I was born.  Our parents were friends, and it was always the joke between our families that we were going to get married, since my parents happened to have a girl and his a guy, at the same time.  He means a lot to me, even though he lives thousands of miles away from me right now.  The important thing though, is that he’s gone missing.  He is a danger to himself, suffering from depression and extensive drug use in the past year.  He was going through rehabilitation, but now he’s missing.  He’s disappeared.  The last he was seen was in Juno Beach, Florida.  This is off of northern Palm Beach County.  He’s been missing since Sunday afternoon, over forty hours.  The U.S. Coast Guard searched for him throughout Monday night, and they’re unsure that the search will continue any longer.  He was last seen wearing a pair of green shorts.  It’s uncertain whether he has gone missing deliberately, or the coast was too rough.  This is one hundred percent serious and I’m terrified.  If anybody in or near Palm Beach County has seen or heard from him, please please please contact his mother at (321) 750-3469.  This is so serious, and only serious calls are wanted.  Please help find my best friend.  I’m lost without him.
So you think eating disorders are glamourous?

recoveryisbeautiful:

  • you think its fun be so dizzy you almost black out every time you stand?
  • you think its fun to have your head in the toilet?
  • you think its fun to suck your stomach in so much you cant even breathe?
  • you think its fun to cough up blood?
  • you think its fun to be in pain when you lay down cause your ribs dig into your mattress?
  • you think its fun to get sharp pains in your chest?
  • you think its fun when your hair is falling out in clumps?
  • you think it’s fun when your nails get brittle and yellow?
  • you think it’s fun having uncontrollable diarrhea?
  • you think it’s fun to throw up blood?
  • you think this is attractive?

Eating disorders are a mental illness. They are NOT a choice… there is NO UPSIDE to having an eating disorder.

This is why I get so angry with pro-ana… 

WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYONE PROMOTE AN EATING DISORDER?!?

There is nothing glamourous about any of this. Nothing at all.

Reblog if you’re against pro-ana, pro-mia, and thinspiration. 
Be pro-recovery. Fight back against eating disorders! 

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May 5th, 2013 // 1,230 notes
youareyourownlove: atop-the-treetop: oh how the times have changed  This is definitely worth reblogging. i reblog this every time
Today I got a detention for standing up for what I believe in.
  • Teacher: Write down 3 things you dislike about yourself
  • Me: *sits there*
  • Teacher: Ciara, why aren't you writing?
  • Me: I can't do this. I will take a zero, sorry.
  • Teacher: Why?
  • Me: Because I refuse to promote self-hate. Because some people in the world can fill out 20 of these front and back with no blank spaces and this can trigger someone.
  • Teacher: Ciara, you have to do it or I am sending you to the office.
  • Me: Okay. *gets up and walks to office*
  • ^needs more notes^
March 31st, 2013 // 201,400 notes
aliceyarr: gossipinq: We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter: ‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?” My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.” Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks ‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’ It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it. Source : [x] Humans can be very, very lovely.

ninjaperry:

I love when I get complimented on things that aren’t my appearance  Don’t get me wrong, I love to be called pretty/cute/beautiful ect, but I love when people compliment my laugh. Or the way I sound when I just wake up. The way my hair falls naturally. How I say a certain word. Just the way that I am. I love that.

(Source: imdaryldixon, via simplyabn0rmal)

March 25th, 2013 // 75,893 notes
hopeinrecovery: when i met him, i gave him the only clean razor we still had in our house. it was triggering me so badly because i had hid it from my parents. they thought they’d taken away everything i could possibly hurt myself with, but i always kept that razor under my bed. i gave it to him and i said “this is the last razor in my house, the last razor i could possibly hurt myself with. but i’ve realized that i’m more, and i want to stop. and sleeping with sirens has gotten me through when i didn’t think i could go anymore. you guys have been there when others haven’t. i know this is weird, but i’m giving you this because i promise to never hurt myself again.” and kellin took it and looked up at me with this beautiful expression of happiness, it was one of the few times in a long time i’ve seen someone so proud of me. he said, “thank you. thank you for giving this to me, and for giving life back to yourself.” and that’s why i love sleeping with sirens so much.
mayur-asana: This is what recovery means to me. Being at the highest weight of my life, yet feeling the most confident. Being able to love my strong legs, embracing how they rub together, embracing how they don’t look like anyone else’s. Being able to go to sleep with a full stomach, being able to accept a bloated belly after a day of normal eating. Being able to accept myself after a day of good eating or bad eating. Being able to refrain from over exercising when it’s been “a bad day” and being able to take rest days. Being able to understand my body more and more each day. Being happy with who I am, no matter what my size will be in the future. Being able to put this photo up and not scrutinize it in a million different ways. That is why recovery is worth it.