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shrinking-pootato · 2 years

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This is the diet I’m doing rn btw

I’ve completed through day 8 successfully (with burned cals from work… but still)

#healthy skinny girl diet #hsg diet #diet plan #calorie plan #diet #anamia #ana #txt and photo post #photo post

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kittyrambles · 6 months

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hsg diet day 16

limit: 800 intake: 766 net: 155

#kitty rambles #tw ana diary #healthy skinny girl diet

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oncemydzy · 1 year

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Feeling refreshed and starting a new diet, in 90 days I’ll be prouder than I can even imagine

#healthy skinny girl diet #ed not sheeren #ed motivation #i wish i was thinner

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1800batty · 1 year

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† 03.18.2023 - Saturday †

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☆ 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝: 950 calories

☆ 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚒𝚗

↳ 242.8lbs // 110.13kg // 36.9bmi

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🦇 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝

↳ N/A

total: 0 calories

🦇 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑

↳ starbucks small caramel frappe ~ 300 cals

total: 300 calories

🦇 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

↳ like 12 ish leftover fries with ranch ~ 200 cals

total: 200 calories

🦇 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊

↳ blackberries ~ 69 cals

total: 69 calories

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🦇 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

↳ 💧💧

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🦇 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜

↳ ?

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🦇 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎

↳ N/A

total: 0 calories

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> † 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕: ~ 569c

> ☆ 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝?: ☑️

> † 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍: 0c

> ☆ 𝚗𝚎𝚝: 569c

> † 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍? ❎

> ☆ 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍? ❎

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☆ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ☆

Day 18 of healthy skinny girl diet passed :) I feel like I counted too many cals for the fries bc they were the short fries at the bottom but it’s better to be safe than sorry ig. Lololz I was gonna post this last night but then forgot

† 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 †

#battys logs #healthy skinny girl diet

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fitgothgirl · 1 year

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Food/meals are always a big difficulty for me with ADHD - remembering to eat, deciding what to eat, actually making meals, getting tired of a favorite/safe food at a random millisecond during eating, etc.

I was thinking though I need to get back into a Mediterranean diet. That way of eating always really resonates with me; it’s so delicious and fresh and just “feels right” to me somehow lol. And it’s good for you but they’re not afraid of healthy fats. And it’s more seafood focused than other meats which I like too. I could keep going...

I just always get so excited for those recipes - I can never get enough tomatoes and basil and mozzarella and olive oil and balsamic, etc... Food of the gods 🤤

In other news, another day, another attempt to get back to the gym. On Friday night I didn’t get home until around 5:30am and was asleep at maybe 6am, so yesterday was a weird and blah day. Been years since I did a night like that... But I’m wanting to be a little less blah today. Been feeling weaker lately especially, I don’t like it... 😓

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mecomplainingaboutallthethings · 1 year

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family member: *gains weight*

family: ew she's gotten so big 🤢

family member: *eats healthy and goes to the gym*

family: she's just trying to get skinny 🙄

family member: *achieves weight loss goals*

family: she's too skinny. she just wants to show off her body now 😠

family member: *gains weight*

family: ew she's gotten so big 🤢

#weight loss #diet #healthy eating #getting in shape #body shaming #fat shaming #skinny shaming #fit shaming #health shaming #like will nothing satisfy you leave the girl alone!

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arta-arta · 1 year

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Lecę z tym od początku marca i zobacze czy pozbędę się napadów. Jak tak to przejdę na niższe a jak nie to robię to do końca marca.

#the healthy skinny girl diet #będę idealna #dieta motylkowa #motylki any #motylki blog #będę lekka #będę motylkiem #będę perfekcyjna #lekka jak motyl #będę piękna

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bitchesgetriches · 1 year

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Bitches I need some advice.

I'm fat, okay? I'm not ashamed about it. It just... Is. I'm fat.

Being fat is also fucking me up. It's causing me sleep problems, it's fucking my joints, I can't walk as far as I used to, I haven't run in years.

I want to lose weight. Not for anyone else. For me. I want to be fit again.

I'm surrounded by people telling me I'm "not fat" and need to "love myself like I am". I'm 210lb and 5'3". Ya girl is fat. And I'm okay with that it's not a bad word. I love myself. But I also love the things I used to be able to do when I was fitter. It's just really fucking hard.

I've got zero support left and right. And I don't know what to do. I know this isn't your area of expertise, but you're such great internet mamas that maybe you can help.

My darling child, we are SO humbled that you came to us with this. And while this isn't an area of our OFFICIAL expertise... weight and athleticism is something that I, Piggy, personally think a lot about! So let me see if I can offer some support to you, my beloved fat child.

By way of background: I have never been fat. Heavier than I want currently, but not fat. So I don't completely understand what you're going through. I have always been an athlete of one sort or the other. But more than that, I have always had the privilege of being relatively skinny without trying. At peak fitness I was running and rock climbing and doing all the stretchy and weight-trainy stuff. I was 5'5" and 130 lbs of jacked Bitch.

I am also a proud Italian American woman, which means that after 30 genetics decreed that I start putting on weight and rounding out and coming into my full Zia-ness. I'm currently 155 lbs. and running/climbing/stretching/jumping about/weight training is getting harder and harder. And that's frustrating to me.

Fat is not a bad word, merely a descriptor. So I'mma use it just as you have! I'm proud that you are prioritizing your health and ability to do what you love over losing weight for the sake of just being smaller. Because let's be clear: weight and health do not necessarily go hand in hand. If your goal is to improve your sleep quality, energy levels, and joint pain, then you should focus on activities that will work directly on those issues. Maybe that'll lead to weight loss--maybe not!

A lot of the medical establishment is cruel to fat people, so I'd be cautious about approaching this with your doctor. But you SHOULD get medical guidance before embarking on any kind of physical change. If your doctor says "Well, just lose weight through diet and exercise!" then you might want to look for a new doctor. If they instead offer practical solutions for incremental improvement, then great.

One of my favorite athletes is The Mirnavator. She's a fat marathon runner and offers a lot of information on how to start walking more and running as a fat person. I think she'll be a good role model for you as she focuses a lot on energy and joint health.

Also, you should check out Aubrey Gordon's blog Your Fat Friend and her podcast with Michael Hobbes, Maintenance Phase. She's also got some great books out! She's a fat expert on weight loss and diet culture. And her insights into healthy nutrition and body image are amazing. Her data-based approach will help you avoid the extreme dieting and weight loss trends that can hurt your health. Plus she's funny as fuck.

Lastly I will just say that mental health is tied to physical health. You're bummed about not doing the things you use to be able to do... and that probably makes it a lot harder to change! Acknowledge any depression or anxiety you feel about being fat and give yourself compassion. Start small and do what feels good.

Now here are two VERY old articles I wrote when I knew less about fatness. I think they still have a little bit to offer, though:

Why You Probably Don't Need That Gym Membership

Run With Me if You Want to Save: How Exercising Will Save You Money

Any fat members of Bitch Nation who want to weigh in? Uh... pun not intended.

#tw: weight loss #tw: fat #tw: dieting #just adding trigger warnings because I know any discussion of fatness and weight loss can be really triggering to some folks #be well my darlings

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i4juni · 1 year

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[ 6:35 PM | YUMI'S ROOM | YUHOON ]

tw: body shaming, unhealthy diet, yumi is told to loose weight ( in an unhealthy way ) when she was a kid, crying, cursing, yumi's mom is a horrible mom, pls lmk if i missed anything !!!

yumi was exhausted.

the reason for yumi's exhaustion wasn't the usual factors: practice, interviews, studio sessions, etc. it was her mother.

she had called to congratulate yumi on her magazine shoot with vouge korea, a dream of hers since she was a little girl. her call was surprising, considering the fact she never called for anything unless she needed money. but regardless, yumi answered the call in hopes of it not turning out like all their other phone calls: in a dispute.

“im only saying that you should loose a little weight, yumi.” her mother argumented from the other side of the phone, “you won't be hired for another magazine shoot if you keep putting on more weight.”

the younger sighed, running her hands through her hair, “i put on that weight intentionally, mom,” yumi explained, exasperated, “i was getting alarmingly skinny, it wasn't healthy.”

her mother grumbled, her words barely audible, “didn't you learn anything from the years you spent modeling? skinny is what sells best.”

in that moment, yumi felt like she was back at her old modeling agency. tears were streaming down her face as her agent screamed about how she hadn't lost the weight they had told her to loose.

“but i just can't loose it!” the 10 year old girl choked out between cries, “i've tried but nothing works, unnie.”

the woman scoffed, rolling her eyes, “well, try harder. i will be calling your mother to inform her about your inability to follow orders.”

“are you even paying attention to me, yumi?” her mother hissed, “i swear, you never pay attention to me when i speak.”

yumi snapped back to reality, realizing she had been suppressing her tears all while her mother went on her rant. her head was pounding from the force of keeping her tears from falling. the pain made her dizzy, she felt like she was going to faint at any moment.

“mom, i have to go. call you some other time.”

with that yumi hung up the call, quickly throwing her phone on her bed. she stared at it for a second, taking it all in. her eyes started to well up with tears, the sour memories of her agent screaming at her about her weight rushing into her mind.

yumi had suppressed those memories, so much so, they took her by surprise. the memories seemed so fresh in her brain, it was draining. she tried so hard to not let the tears fall, but the lump in he throat and her sped up heart beat made it increasingly difficult to do so.

“fuck-” yumi whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek, “no, no, no-” she felt the tears start running down her face, she was breaking down.

her soft cries slowly started turned into sobs, increasingly getting louder. yumi slowly walked over to her bed, where she threw herself on. grabbing her teddy bear, she hugged it as a form of consultation but the tears wouldn't stop. her cries only got louder.

“yuyu?” a soft voice called out for from her bedroom door. the younger sat up in her bed, looking over to her door to see sunghoon. his eyes met her puffy ones and his face scrunched in confusion.

“what happened? why are you crying?” he questioned, quickly making his way over to her bed and taking a seat in front of her.

yumi knew couldn't say anything without a sob escaping her lips, but tried nonetheless, “my mom called.” she whispered, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

sunghoon's face went from confused to sad, a frown forming on his lips as he scoot closer to the girl, “oh, yuyu.” he whipped the tears from her cheeks and tucked that annoying strand of hair behind her ear.

he didn't have to hear what her mother said to know she had, yet again, body shammed yumi. it wasn't the first time she had called just to bombard her daughter with unnecessary comments about her body. sunghoon had been present the first time it happened, it was awful to see how degrading the comments were. when the call ended, yumi was close to tears and him, together with the other members, had to do damage control. but even though this wasn't the first time it had happened, she had never left her daughter sobbing.

yumi stared at the older boy for a second before collapsing on him, sobbing into his chest. he let out a small gasp, the action took him by surprise. he wrapped his arms around the girl, soothingly rubbing her back, “its okay, I'm here.”

he knew she would be crying for a while, he was mentally prepared to be there for a good while but he didn't mind. he just wanted for her to feel better, it broke his heart into a thousand pieces seeing her like this. he couldn't phantom the thought of her own mother telling her those comments, knowing it tore the girl down. he only hoped that his presence would help soothing, even if it wasn't much.

author's note ! feeling pretty proud of this !! thank you to @flowerjun for beta reading this 🩷

taglist ( open ) ! @seolboba, @flowerjun, @lost-leopard-beanie

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shrinking-pootato · 2 years

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November 8, 2022

Fast: 21hrs

Limit: 900

Burned: 783

Eaten: 800

Posting the next morning, but god am I happy with this. I managed to fast through my docs appointment, loading and unloading my furniture, and through support group. OMADed a noodle bowl which was very very nice after such a busy day. Very happy with how this day went.

#diary #november #11/8 #11/8/2022 #11/8/22 #ana #anamia #fasting #cal count #restricting #hsg diet #healthy skinny girl diet #day log #txt #txt post

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kittyrambles · 7 months

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hsg diet day 12

limit: 950 intake: 1374 net: 430

i did so well all day then had a huge strawberry milkshake at 7:30!!! :( i need to learn when to say no to my family, but at least i'm still in a deficit for today ig

#kitty rambles #tw ana diary #healthy skinny girl diet

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foreverdolly · 2 years

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baby love | dom!austin butler x shy!reader

requested by a sweet nonnie. i made it extra filthy for you.

summary: you've gained some “relationship” weight since you and austin first started dating, and you find yourself growing more and more self conscious as time goes on. austin takes his time letting you know just how beautiful he finds you.

pairings: austin butler x reader

word count: 3,678

warnings/notes: austin is a dom and absolutely worships you, established relationship, rough sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, overstimulation, it's cute though i swear. also wanted to quickly let you all know that you are beautiful no matter what size you are. so this goes out to my curvy/skinny-chubby babes. as someone that has been recovering from an ED for four years, my inbox is always open. it was extremely hard to watch my body change as i got healthy, so this one really hit home for me while writing it. much love.

masterlist | requests are currently open for business !

“I’m being serious, Austin.” You called out to him from the bathroom, tossing the bath towel onto the countertop so that you could get a better look at your figure. Whoever says that it was healthy for females to gain relationship weight when they feel happy and stable is an asshole. An absolute dick. Just six months ago you had been in the best shape of your life. You had been attending hot yoga three times a week and even started going to a personal trainer. You were positive that your taught body and trim waistline was one of the things that originally attracted Austin to you. You weren’t a celebrity. Far from it- you were just an artist who had been blessed enough to make it semi-big in California just a few years before the two of you met through mutual friends.

Sure, you were talented and absolutely hilarious, but so were a hell of a lot of other girls that would jump at the chance to date your boyfriend. Any time you brought up diets or started messaging your old gym buddies, Austin was quick to dismiss it. “You don’t need it.” or your personal favorite, “You’ve never been healthier, baby.” You grabbed at your stomach, grimacing as you realized just how much you must have gained. Twenty pounds? No. . . more like thirty or forty, if you were being honest with yourself. You had a scale somewhere in your shared apartment, but you were too scared to step on it. You dealt with body image issues all throughout high school, and you absolutely refused to go through anything similar again.

“You’re gorgeous, now come out here. I’m going to eat all the popcorn without you.” You grumbled under your breath as you shrugged on your thin white tank top and an oversized pair of his boxers, practically throwing the bathroom door open. He seemed taken aback by your sudden change in mood, noticing the way you were glaring so opening at him. “You go ahead and do that. I obviously don’t need anything else to eat today.” He gave you a once over, taking in your wet hair and sour disposition. Maybe he hadn’t thought that you were really this sad about it, because he was quick to deposit the large snack bowl onto the bedside table along with the remote control. He gave the spot beside him on the bed an eager pat, shooting you a small smile. You weren’t budging from your spot though. Seeing yourself in the mirror just a few seconds ago had shattered just about every bit of self confidence you had left. He let out a small sigh, leaning back against the headboard for a couple of seconds before leaning forward on the bed, moving his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You must have been an easy one to crack because you found yourself shuffling over to the bed. The second that you were close enough to him he pounced, dragging you onto the mattress with an ease that still shocked you.

“Do you want me to die of heart failure from eating so much butter by myself? Cause’ I’ll do it. I’ll eat that entire bowl and then make sure to write you out of my will.” Your lips twitched upwards into a small smile for a second, Austin watching you with a wide grin as he waited for your mood to change. It always did whenever you were on this sort of subject. He’d do whatever he could to assure you that you were beautiful, and then find some way to cheer you up- only this time it wasn’t working. Your bottom lip began to quiver, your eyes filling with tears. “Oh. . . Oh, my poor baby.” He cooed, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you into his lap. You moved your legs to straddle him, sniffling softly against his neck as you tried to keep the tears to a minimum. They just kept coming though.

“I’m not pretty anymore. . . what if-” you swallowed back a loud sob, whimpering softly before you were finally able to get the rest of the words out. “W-What if you leave me?” Austin was peppering the side of your wet head with kisses. He hated seeing you upset in any way. It made his chest ache and his own anxiety act up.

How had he not seen this before? How could he not tell how serious this was to you? He had always tried to brush it off with humor and measly compliments, but never took the time to really assure you that he wasn’t ever going anywhere. An immense guilt rushed over him, so sudden and heavy that his arms began to quiver as they squeezed you even tighter. “Angel,” He mumbled against your wet hair. “You’re the light of my life. I loved you when you were counting calories, and I love you now. . . but baby, you’re beautiful like this. I know it probably won’t mean anything coming from me, but I truly don’t think you’ve ever looked this healthy before.” You pulled back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before you motioned to your stomach exasperatedly.

He let out a humorless smile, pulling up your shirt so that he could place one of his large, warm hands against your skin. “You’re soft, and cute, and way better to cuddle. I’m a skeleton, and I used to be able to feel our bones clattering together.” This made you laugh. Your shoulders shook with it, your adorable nose scrunching up in that delectable way that he loved so much. “When I look at you I see love. I see a potential family- I see forever. I don’t see anything undesirable in the slightest, alright? I promise you. Sometimes I’m scared that you’re going to leave me.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to wrap your brain around where he could have gotten that crazy idea.

“I drool when I sleep, we have to get all of my pants tailored because my legs are freakishly long, i’m lactose intolerant and you love cheese,” God, he knew you so well. “I smack my gum, I drive too fast and scare the shit out of you most of the time, and I jump and try to shield my eyes when you force me to watch horror movies.” Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but throw your arms up in the air in disbelief.

“But I love all those things. You’re adorable.” Austin gave you a look, and you instantly felt like an idiot.

“Oh. . .” You licked your lips, moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Oh.” Sure, you weren’t everybody's cup of tea, but neither was he. You happened to be his favorite flavor though. People instantly saw him as this glamorous celebrity and wanted to be with him, all without knowing what he was like behind doors. Austin always thought you were beautiful. Whether your hair was frizzy because of the weather, or you had a stress pimple on your forehead- he adored you. Absolutely and totally. Everybody’s weight fluctuates, and so what?

His fingers began to lazily rub your hips through the cotton boxers, flashing you a lazy smile. “Yeah- ‘oh’ is right.” His voice had lowered an octave, his eyes suddenly locked on you and dripping with an unspoken suggestion.

You were always in a state of awe whenever you were around him. He always went out of his way to shower you with romantic gestures. You loved him with a ferocity that often destroyed other adult’s lives. It frightened you sometimes. It was as though Austin had possessed you, body and soul. He had hollowed out a place for himself deep inside your chest and made a home there.

You loved it especially when his blue eyes became lidded, his pale lashes catching the light like spun gold. It was often impossible to keep your hands off of him, so you never did. You didn’t fight those urges and neither did Austin. You two were constantly brushing against one another, even if it was just a chaste kiss or a quick brush of the hand- just like he was doing right now. He was taking his time with you, rubbing his thumb against your hips, slowly making his way upwards towards your chest. He loved your tits; told you all the time. Even as the months passed by, you could still see the excitement flash in his eyes whenever you were laid bare in front of him. Almost as though he couldn’t believe that you were real. That you were letting him touch you in such a debased way. He feasted upon your flesh hungrily whenever you let him, which was thankfully quite often.

You knew what he wanted the second those lashes began to flutter down, his eyes practically pinning you down. You still found it hard to breathe when he looked at you like that. You were still seated on his lap, and ever so slowly you began putting more of your weight on him, feeling that he was already hard. Ever so slowly you lifted back up, eyes flickering down so that you could get a good look at him. He had deviously thrown on the gray pair of sweatpants that he knew that you loved so much. It was probably because you could see his cock so well through them, even beneath all of the layers. “This is all you.” He mumbled under his breath, tilting his head to the side slightly as he watched you. He was never satisfied as far as you were concerned. He wished, some days, that he could somehow be absorbed into you- to claw his way under your skin. He loved you so much that it was maddening.

“Touch it,” His voice shook as he felt your dainty fingers brush up his thighs. “It’s yours.” You were tentative with your touches at first, almost hesitant. You felt better than you did ten minutes ago, but the self confidence issues were still there. You knew that you weren’t unattractive. You had a gorgeous face and a bright smile that lit up your eyes. Men still turned their heads to look at you when you walked down the street, and just yesterday a kid that must have still been in college tried to ask you for your number. That wasn’t the point though, because deep down there was a part of you that felt as though you weren’t worthy. Austin Butler was a Greek god of a man, and had a heart of gold.

Even after the endless laughs, the long nights spent talking, and the days spent curled up in each other’s arms, you still felt like at any moment he might walk out the door. You knew it was just a little extra baby fat, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking. Austin noticed your hesitance. He saw the conflict brewing in your eyes, like heavy clouds gathering just before a storm. He freed one of his hands from their spot on your soft skin, taking your hand in his and pressing it against himself. “Only you,” He placed a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Always you.” And you melted. How could you not? Because he was right. No one could make him laugh as hard as you could. No one knew him- all of him- quite like you did, and you were certain that they never would. Nobody had ever taken the time to truly understand who Austin was, inside and out.

You were a balm to soothe the ache. You fulfilled him. Completed him.

He pressed his lips against the side of your head, his hand moving from the underside of your rips to your back as you began to put more pressure against him. You continued rubbing him through his pants, your fingers feeling along each divot and ridge of his length. The blonde let you know just how much he appreciated your touch, his low moans vibrating in his chest. “This tank top is killing me.” He mumbled, pulling back so that he could look down at you. It was an old tank top that you refused to wear in public anymore. Over time it had worn down to the point of practically being threadbare. It hadn’t been your intention to get him worked up like this, but it was certainly a plus.

He could see your entire chest through the white fabric. He ran his pointer finger over one of your nipples, smiling as he watched it reactively harden into a small peak. He switched over to the other side, his blue eyes flickering up to meet your eyes. He knew that eye contact during times like this did something to you. He’d be carrying out the dirtiest, most lewd acts, all while his lips are upturned into a smug little smile; eyes bright blue and boring into yours. You let out a small gasp, and that smile of his widened into a grin. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You moved your hand away from his front, instead opting to work him up by pressing your core against him. You slowly began rocking your hips back and forth, careful not to put too much pressure.

You could be quite the tease when you wanted to be. Right now you wanted to work him up into a damn near frenzy. He’d be rougher with you that way.

“Yeah?” You questioned breathlessly, and his eyes did that thing. You watched in real time as his pupils began to dilate. “Yeah.” He agreed, nodding his head as he cupped your breasts in his large hand. He gave it a squeeze, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers tightly, nearly to the point of pain. Your hips jerked forward as you let out a hiss. His eyes widened at the added pressure to the friction, a breathy groan escaping his lips. “You wanna know something?” His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, gathering up the fabric of your tank top so that he could finally feel your bare skin. “You may think that you look big, but look at how tiny you are compared to me. Hmm?” His hand slid up from your sternum to your throat, your breath getting caught there. He was over six feet tall, and his hand was the size of your head. No matter how big you might have gotten, the man was a giant compared to your stature. He added pressure to his thumb, feeling your pulse as he cut off a bit of the blood flow. Your eyes flickered open, needing to see his face as he moved his free hand down to your hip, grinding your own hips against him now. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t tease him anymore. You’d take anything he gave you.

His eyes were practically rolling back in his head at the mere look on your face. “Keep looking at me with those big eyes like that and I might cum just from this.” The friction felt good, his length sliding along your core, stimulating you- but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “Please.” You choked out, starting to get light headed. He tightened his hold on your throat to the point that you were beginning to see stars. He continued dragging your hips back and forth against him, moving his own hips languidly. “You’re such a greedy little thing, huh?” You were, you were, you were. Your lips parted, your head starting to tilt back so that you could stare at the ceiling. You needed something to look at that wasn’t him- because sometimes his gaze got to be too much. When he looked at you like that- like you were the only thing in the world that mattered- you came undone too quickly. “Do you feel how beautiful I think you are?” You did. He was as hard as stone beneath you. The second you nodded he had you pushed down, your back against the mattress and the side of your face pressed against your white duvet. His hand slowly moved up higher on your throat until his fingers pressed against your lips, pulling the soft skin down until they could slip into the warmth of your mouth. You accepted them gladly, your tongue gently lapping against the saltiness of his skin.

Ever so slowly he removed his hand from your throat, and you took deep gulps of air, your limbs already trembling, your core wet and aching for him.

He was going to fuck you now. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his shirt off in a second flat, tossing it down on the ground next to the bed somewhere. His pants came off next, and you followed suit, kicking the boxers off as fast as you could. You were a shaky, needy mess. You weren’t quite sure how he always managed to work you up like this, but he did. You started to take off your tank top as well, but he stopped you. “Leave it.” And so you did. Austin slipped into you like he was possessed, giving you absolutely no time to adjust. You cried out, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as he began fucking into you, starting at a near brutal pace. He used one hand to support himself against the bed, and the other went straight to the tank top, gathering it up his fist before pulling it upwards, keeping his hand firmly planted against your sternum. He watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, sucking in deep breaths as he listened to your whimpers and cries.

You loved being able to look at him like this. His expressions were art. He’d suck his bottom lip into his mouth, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watched you intently. His eyes were all over you. Your face, your tits, and then down to where the two of you connected. He had an odd fascination with watching himself fuck you. He loved it. Thought it was fucking adorable.

It felt good- so good like this- but you wanted more. You wanted to feel him deeper. “B-Behind.” You could barely speak. You found it hard to form words, but he understood. He nodded, panting hard as he pulled out of you. You started to sit up, but he grabbed your hips like you weighed nothing, flipping you over into your stomach. Your ass was in the air in a second, him using his knees to nudge your legs apart so that he could fit himself between them. “You’re the one that got me this worked up,” His voice was low, almost guttural as he spoke to you. He slipped inside of you a little slower this time, speaking through clenched teeth. “So you’re going to be a good girl and take it.”

And you could feel every inch of him.

Every. Single. Inch.

He fucked you at the same relentless pace. He was hitting all of the right places from this angle, his hips slapping against your ass. You couldn’t help but scream into the blanket, the sound coming out muffled. He must not have liked that, because he gripped you by the hair, wrapping it around his wrist and yanking your head up. “I want to hear.” And so you let him hear.

You almost couldn’t take it- he was practically attacking you at this point, his hips snapping forward, his moans loud and unabashed as he watched your skin slapping against his. He gave your hair another yank, pain tearing through your scalp but it felt good. Your walls clamped down around him, causing him to let out a low cry of his own. His free hand moved from your hip to slide along your stomach, searching for your core. “Don’t. Don’t.” You tried to shake your head, knowing that any extra stimulation would be too much, but of course he did it anyway.

Austin thought you looked pretty all the time, but you were the most irresistible when you were squirming beneath him.

His fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing you in tight circles. After months of nonstop exploration, he knew exactly how to touch you. He knew just how to work you up, and so he did. You couldn’t keep yourself from cumming. Couldn’t stop it.

“God damn, baby.” He groaned from above you, his hips snapping into your fluttering core. You were crying now, and you weren’t sure if it was because your hair was being pulled or if the pleasure was just too much. It was probably both.

Austin rode your quivering form through your orgasm, working you to the point of overstimulation. You were no longer just fluttering around him but damn near spasming, and that was when he couldn’t hold his own release off anymore. He released your hair, his large hand pressing your face into the blankets as he pumped into you. “Fuck.” He spat out, panting hard as he filled you to the brim. Only after he was sure that he had fucked every last drop into you did he slowly pull out.

He was instantly pulling you against him. He pet your hair as he began to kiss every inch of your face. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your now partially dry hair. He breathed you in, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the after-sex bliss. “I love you so much.” You knew that he did. You could feel the love radiating off of him and into you. It was such a warm feeling. “My beautiful baby.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night curled up in bed, watching shitty Kung-Fu movies and laughing your asses off at the criminally bad special effects.

Oh- and you two split the popcorn. With extra butter and salt. Just the way the two of you liked it.

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1800batty · 1 year

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† 03.13.2023 - Monday †

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☆ 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝: 1100 calories

☆ 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚒𝚗

↳ 242lbs // 109.77kg // 36.8bmi

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🦇 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝

↳ N/A

total: 0 calories

🦇 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑

↳ 2 rice cakes ~ 90 cals

↳ laughing cow cheese wedge ~ 50 cals

total: 140 calories

🦇 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

↳ chicken sandwich ~ 235 cals

total: 235 calories

🦇 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊

↳ boiled egg ~ 70 cals

total: 70 calories

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🦇 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

↳ 💧💧💧💧

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🦇 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜

↳ ?

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🦇 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎

↳ N/A

total: 0 calories

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> † 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕: ~ 445c

> ☆ 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝?: ☑️

> † 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍: 0c

> ☆ 𝚗𝚎𝚝: 445c

> † 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍? ❎

> ☆ 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍? ❎

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☆ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ☆

Day 13 of healthy skinny girl diet passed :) I wanted to stay under 400 calories but I wasn’t rlly paying attention to the cals of what I was eating while I was eating. 445 isn’t bad though!

† 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 †

#battys logs #healthy skinny girl diet #was gonna post this last night but the formatting is weird on my phone #so I waited until I was on my laptop today

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fitgothgirl · 1 year

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Haven’t been taking good care of myself. I haven’t been to the gym in about 3 weeks, and even then I was just doing strength training about twice a week. No cardio, not enough daily steps, not enough water, diet was really hit or miss. I kept wanting to get things going but had been struggling to take myself any further. And of course my diet is more-so on the “miss” side more recently with the holidays.

I want to use the refreshing new year to get back on track and refocus, as so many do. My bf is in the same mindset - he was saying although 2022 has been good, he doesn’t feel good about having a pretty stagnant year physically and wants to start walking and get back to his Peloton.

I’d also like to get into therapy with the new year. I’ve been wanting it for a while as some of you may know and have struggled in regard to getting something solid due to financials or my insurance. But I now know what my insurance will be next year and I wasn’t required to switch to a shitty plan that I thought I was going to have to take. So now I can call the person my psychiatrist referred me to a couple months ago.

One newer thing is I’ve suddenly gotten super into adult color by number books. I bought one about a week ago and only have one of the 27 pictures left undone. I use Crayola Super Tip markers which I love; it’s so satisfying to just glide it along the edge of a line, and they can be fine or bold. So much more satisfying than colored pencils IMO haha. Almost reminds me of the glide of a paintbrush. And color by number is so much better for me than regular coloring books because with the latter, I stress too much that I’m not picking the “right” color since I’m not really artistic.

Anyway, I’ve ordered 2 more books now, both with over 90 pictures each lol... I get so hyper-focused on them, I swear I almost can’t stop sometimes. But it’s so much better of an activity than rewatching the same shows or taking in toxic shit on the internet. And it’s something to do with my hands, which is really good for me; if I’m just watching or listening to something and my hands aren’t occupied with eating or smoking weed or scrolling on my phone, then they want to be eating or smoking weed or scrolling on my phone... Cross-stitch is also good but a little less mindless and a little harder on my fingers, so I don’t turn to it as easily as this. This is almost becoming a compulsion lol. Definitely worse things in the world though.

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