My name is Lee. I do not have a real identity. It got lost a while ago and replaced itself with an eating disorder. I’m pro recovery, but sometimes I struggle so it’s not always a perfect journey. I’m hypersensitive, have purge type anorexia and trying my best to establish some kind of normality. Does anyone else who plays piano kind of remember the shapes that your hands have to make instead of reading the music?
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I think I need to re-visit this.
Giant wooden spheres made from interlocking wood by Korean artist and sculptor Lee Jae-Hyo
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- For every note this gets, i will adopt a cat.
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Look. I’m absolutely sick of people giving eating disordered people shit for posting photos of themselves. If it makes them feel good about their body they can do whatever the fuck they want. Too bad it it’s “triggering” because that’s your responsibility to either develop coping mechanisms or remove yourself from exposure. You can’t put people down for posting photos because honestly I think it’s unfair for someones size to dictate what they can and cannot post.
true friendship is being comfortable enough to openly discuss pornography with each other
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I don’t know why I created this. What is it? Is it a duck? I don’t even know and I made it.
