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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 (No glory. No end. No discharge.) Pace, pace, pace, don’t eat- Trace, trace, trace the bone beneath. Bloat, shrink, bloat, again, Scales go up and down like sin. Purge, purge, purge, then smile- Run the loop another mile. Spin, spin, spin the game, Spit the shame and take the blame. Up, down, up, the weight— Hope is thin, but guilt is great. Chew, spit, starve, repeat, Feet like ghosts on dying street. Lie, lie, lie, then weep, Dream of silence, die in sleep. Try, fail, try again, Swear you’ll never break, then bend. And Mia says: "There’s no way out. No discharge now, no sacred doubt. You danced with me, you bled the floor You’re mine. You know this is a war." Hide, hide, hide the face, Mirror’s cracked but shows no grace. Binge, beg, bend the rules Gods don’t weep and gods aren’t fools. Up, down, up—don’t stop. Heaven waits at the lowest drop. Fake, fake, fake control Hell’s a dress, and thin is the goal. And ...
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Today I Faded

Woke up barely breathing, my body a heavy stone, fainted in the silence, alone and so unknown. I ate, not counting, no binge to blame, guilt crawled inside me, whispered all my shame. So I purged the weight away, emptied what I feared, stepped on the scale and found, four pounds disappeared.  A fragile victory, a war beneath my skin, losing but still fighting, trapped deep within. Fading with each heartbeat, clutching control’s thread, today I almost broke, but I’m still not dead.
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Holding On With 100 Calories

Today’s goal: as little as possible. I managed to stay under 100 calories. I should feel proud. I should feel strong. But instead... I’m just crying. Starving hurts. But eating would hurt more. My stomach is begging. My chest feels hollow. I’m dizzy and slow and cold. I feel like I’m on the edge of fainting... If I can’t keep going, maybe I’ll try eating, but only enough to keep my intake below 1000 calories.
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Feed the Monster or Starve It

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                            Actions Have Consequences You Either Starve For Beauty Or Eat Your Way Into Invisibility.
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Blessing in Disguise

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  I’ve been purging for five years. My teeth are yellow no matter how well I take care of them - the acid always wins. My gums bleed sometimes. My throat stings when I laugh too hard. I get lightheaded when I get up too fast. I can’t sleep - not because I’m not tired, but because hunger is louder than exhaustion. I’m always freezing. And my hair? It’s thinner than it used to be. I find strands on my pillow, in the sink, on my clothes. But I don’t care if it hurts , I want a perfect body. Mia stole my warmth, my sleep, my peace. But she gave me comfort in discipline and control. It’s a blessing in disguise, even if it kills me.
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One Starved, One Surrendered ; The mirror never lies.

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                                                                                          Eat Or Be Eaten By Regret
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Discipline Over Desire

  Hunger is more than emptiness it’s proof you’re still in control. Every craving is a test. Every bite you don’t take is a win. You think eating and purging makes it okay? No. That’s weakness disguised as relief. Mia tells you it’s fine but you know better. You’re not cheating the system when you give in, you’re just proving you don’t deserve the body you dream about. Perfection doesn’t come from comfort. It comes from sacrifice. From obsession. From pain. You want to be like them? You’ll have to want it more than you want to breathe.                                           Mia is a shortcut. Ana is a lifestyle. And only one of them leads to control. 
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