I don’t want to eat ever again. I’m such a bottomless pit, such a garbage disposal. I ate an entire pint of low mein, 4 crab rangoons and 6 fried wontons in one sitting, with a glass of coke. It went down easy, with room to spare. It shouldn’t be that easy. I should have self control. I shouldn’t have that much room in my stomach. I want to work out but I’m so lazy. I’ll just starve. Feeling hungry makes me feel good. Like my body is eating itself. Like I’m shrinking. I’ll probably just have a fruit with a glass of water and go on the treadmill for an hour. If I do it every day, maybe I’ll see some progress. I want to be a size 2. I just want it; no explanations. I want to be able to wear crop tops and shorts and tight dresses. I want to be thin. I want to be tiny. I want to be pretty.
I’m not one for fancy dresses, but this is just beautiful.
Metallic Crinkle Chiffon one shoulder sheath gown with draped bodice and side panel.
It’s interesting, sometimes I take pictures of myself, right, and I’m like wow, I look good. But then I think: do i really look like that? I feel like I don’t; It’s just retail store lighting that makes it look nice I suppose. Cause when I take a picture of my self in like the kitchen or something I look like quasimodo! Or at least I think so. Then it makes me think what do I really look like? How do people see me? I would love to see myself from someone elses eyes. My photographs are all so different I feel like there is no truth in any of them… I have confidence in my appearance when I look in the mirror, but when I take pictures it falters.
I have some sexy muthafuckas in my bedroom.
part of me was like “DAT ASS”
Then the other part of me was like “Omg her hair is amazing”
Citronella Dreams / Photography by Felisha Tolentino