the brain worms are louder than reality

literally one of the only reasons I'm still alive at this point, my fear of death. sending hugs, moot

Oooo that's a very good analogy, I might borrow it

don't mind if I dooo

it's like "but what if I genuinely don't like how I look? not even that I don't look skinny enough or whatever, but I just straight-up don't like how I'm built?" I don't think people without dysmorphia can wrap their heads around that concept

And then I'll be right at my goal weight by my birthday next year, wouldn't that be amazing :)) God it'll feel like heaven to not be weighed down anymore, and I'll probably be more in shape with my consistent workouts.

At least by the time we move in together at the end of the year, I'll hopefully be at 165. Not perfect, but so much better than over 200, my god