arg. doctors.
Doctor:So, explain your [prior] eating disorder to me.
Me:Well, I was restricting, and I felt too nervous to go outside. I also was drinking a ton of coffee. It was my first semester of graduate school. I'm not restricting anymore. [Side note: I've been underweight my whole life, save maybe a few months a year or two ago.]
5 minutes pass.
Doctor:Your weight is still not where I'd like it to be.
Me:*shock* Well, it's not where I would like it to be either, but thank goodness, right?
On the Up & Up: I feel so much better.

gbgirl:

Just took a shower, and I’m already feeling much, much less shitty than I was before. Some pictures of the last three days:

Jeffnash gettin’ sassy with the free coffee at the Portrait Gallery.

Part of the graffiti and murals in the bathroom at the local cafe.

The stall door and a…

Life is beautiful.  Adventures with GBGirl make it this way. :3

Today is a 10 out of 10 do-not-leave-the-house, do-not-finish-anything-whatsoever anxiety day.

I seriously went to sleep at 6 last night because I just wanted to stop thinking. 

(Source: eversoawkward)

(Source: boohooboo)

Ditto, Grandma Bouvier. Ditto.
Preach on.

Ditto, Grandma Bouvier. Ditto.

Preach on.