transfemme man
he/him, 25, white, disabled
bottom jayce ONLY‼️‼️
world's most virile fag / preg jayce poster
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Wasteful. He can't enjoy it like he should. He can barely stomach it, can't stand to see it. He tries sometimes, and he's not sure which sits heavier- the food of the guilt, that twisted sense of wrongness clawing away at him.
Wasteful. He can't enjoy it like he should. He can barely stomach it, can't stand to see it. He tries sometimes, and he's not sure which sits heavier- the food of the guilt, that twisted sense of wrongness clawing away at him.
It feels only natural to let his body exist in the way that's comfortable for it. He doesn't like the way he's dropping weight, the newfound fragility to it, but it's come to the point where having anything substantial on his stomach feels /wrong/. There's a guilt there, too--
It feels only natural to let his body exist in the way that's comfortable for it. He doesn't like the way he's dropping weight, the newfound fragility to it, but it's come to the point where having anything substantial on his stomach feels /wrong/. There's a guilt there, too--
eats or not, and its so often difficult to manage, his body working against him from the chewing to the swallowing to the very simple and passive act of allowing it to digest. He knows the hunger pains well, that dull ache that seizes his middle, the headaches and dizziness.--
eats or not, and its so often difficult to manage, his body working against him from the chewing to the swallowing to the very simple and passive act of allowing it to digest. He knows the hunger pains well, that dull ache that seizes his middle, the headaches and dizziness.--