Hey Everybody, Welcome to Craving Thin!

I created this site because I always am looking for thinspiration on the web but it is so confusing so this is basically just thinspiration from everywhere and great ideas and helps. Enjoy! 


I have been thinking about setting up a log-in and being able to create your own profile, have discussions, etc. The only problem is it would cost money and I don't think there is enough people on the site yet to do that. So if you do want that, email me and when I get alot of emails then I will do it. So please let me know, every email  helps.

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Allow me to introduce myself. My name, or as I am called by so called "doctors," is Anorexia. Anorexia Nervosa is my full name, but you may call me Ana. Hopefully we can become great partners. In the coming Time, I will invest alot of time in you, and I expect the same from you.

In the past, you have heard all of your teachers and parents talk about you. You are so 'mature,' 'intelligent,' '14 going on 45,' and you posess 'so much potential.' Where ahst that gotten you, may I ask? Absolutely nowhere! You are not perfect, you do not try hard enough, furthermore you waste your time on thinking and talking with friends and drawing! Such acts of indulgence shall not be allowed in the future.

Your friends do not understand you. They are not truthful. In the past, when the insecurity has quietly gnawed away at your mind, and you asked them, "Do I look...fat?" adn they answered "Oh no, of course not," you knew they were lying! Only I tell the truth. Your parents, let's not even go there. You know that they love you, and care for you, but part of that is just because their your parents and are obligated to do so. I shall tell you a secret now: deep down inside themselves, they are disappointed with you. Their daughter, the one with so mcuh potential, has turned into a fat, lazy, and undeserving girl.


But I am about to change all that. I will expect you to drop you calorie intake and up your exercise. I will push you to the limit. You must take it because you cannot defy me! I am beginning to imb myself into you. Pretty soon, I am with you always. I am there when you wake up in the morning and run to the scale. The numbers become both friend and enemy, and the frenzied thoughts pray for them to be lower. You look into the mirror with dismay. You prod and poke at the fat that is there, and smile when you come across bone. I am there with you when you figure out the plan for the day: 400 calories,  2 hours exercise. I am the one figuring this out, because by now my thoughts and your thoughts are blurred together as one. I will follow you though the day. In school, when your mind wanders, I give you something to think about. Recount the calories for the day. It's too much. I fill your mind wtih thoughts of food, weight, calories, and things that are safe to think about. Because now, I am already inside of you. I am in your head, your heart and your soul. The hunger pains you pretend not to feel is me, inside of you.

Pretty soon I am telling you not only what to do with food, but what to do ALL of the time. Smilke and nod. Present yourself well. Suck in that fat stomach, damn't! God, you are such a fatcow!! When mealtimes come around, I tell you what to do. I make a plate of lettuce seem like a feast fit for a king. Push the food around
. Make it look like you've eaten something. No piece of anything...if you eat, all the control will be broken...do you WANT that? To revert back to the fat COW you once were? I force you to stare at magazine models. Those perfect-skinned, whtie teethed, waifish models of perfection staring out at you from those glossy pages. I make you realize that you could never be them. You will always be fat and never will you be as beautiful as they are. When you look inthe mirror, I will distort the image. I will show you obesity and hideousness. I will show you a sumo wrestler where in reality there is a starving child. But you must not know this, because if you knew the truth, you might start to eat again and our relationship would come crashing down.

Sometimes you will rebel. Hopefully not often though. You will recognize teh small rebellious fiber left in your body and will venture down to the dark kitchen. The cupboard door will slowly open, creaking softly. Your eyes will move over the food that I have kept at a safe distance from you. You see a box of cookies and shove them in mechanically, not really tasting but simply relishing in the fact that you are going agaisnt me. You reach for another box, then another, then another. Your stomach will become bloated and grotesque, but you will not stop yet. And all the time I am screaming at your to stop,you fat cow, you really have no self-control, you are going to get fat.

When it is over you will cling to me again, ask me for adivce because you do really not want to get fat. You broke a cardinal rule and ate, and now you want me back. I'll force you into the bathroom, on your knees, staring into teh void of the toilet bowl. Your
fingers will be inserted into your throat, and, not without a great deal of pain, your food binge will come up. Over and over this is to be repeated, until you spit up blood and water and you know it is all gone. When you stand up, you will feel dizzy. Don't pass out. Stand up right now. Your fat cow, you deserve to be in pain! Perhaps I make you hurt yourself, bang your head into the wall until you receive a throbbing headache. Cutting is also effective. I want you to see your blood, to see it fall down your arm, and in that split second you will realize you deserve whatever pain I give you. You are depressed, obsessed, in pain, hurting, reaching out, but no one will listen. Who cares?!? You are deserving; you brought this upon yourself.

Oh, is this harsh? Do you not want this to happen to you? Am I unfair? I do things that will help you. I make it possible for you to stop thinking of emotions that cause you stress. Thoughts of anger, sadness, desperation, and loneliness can cease because I take them away and fill your head with the methodic calorie counting. I take away your struggle to fit in with kids your age, the struggle of trying to please everyone as well. Because now, I am your only friend, and I am the only one you need to please.

I have a weak spot. But we must not tell anyone. If you decide to fight back, to reach out to someone and tell them about how I make you live, all hell will break loose. No one must find out, no one can crack this shell that I  have covered you with. I have created you, this thin, perfect, achieving child. You are mine and mine alone. Without me, you are nothing. So do not fight back. When others comment, ignore t hem. Take it into stride, forget about them, forget about everyone who tries to take me away. I am your greatest asset, and I intend to keep it that way.

Sincerely,
      ANA

Dear Ana:

I offer you my soul, my heart and my bodily functions. I give you all my earthly possessions.

I seek your wisdom, your faith and your feather weight. I pledge to obtain the ability to float, to lower my weight to the single digits, I pledge to stare into space, to fear food, and to see obese images in the mirror. I will worship you and pledge to be a faithful servant until death does us part.

If I cheat on you and procreate wtih Ronald McDonald, Dave Thomas, the colonel or that cute little dog. I will kneel over my toilet and thruust my fingers deep in my throat and
pray for your forgiveness.

Please Ana, don't give up on me. I'm so weak, I know, but only you with your strength inside me will I become a woman worthy of love and respect. I'm begging for you not to give up, I'm pleading with my shallow breaths and my pale skin. I bleed for you, suffer leg pains, headaches and fainting spells. My love for you makes me dizzy and confused, I don't know whether I'm coming or going. Men run when they see the love I have for you and never return. But they aren't important to me, all that's important to me is that you love me.

If you stay with me, I will worship you daily, I will run miles a day, come rain, snow, bitter cold or searing heat I will run from the pain and in fright. I will do 1,000 sit ups a day and lie to my family about what I eat and how I feel. I will stop weeping when I feel your warm arms embrace my shivering body. I will numb the hunger
pains with razor blades and your strength.

Today, I renew our friendship and resolve to be faithful to you year long, life long. I begin each year wtih a 3 day fast in honor of you. If you give me strength to fade away I will love you and worship you forever.

When I'm finally faded to nothing, when you've given me the gift of ending this torturous life. I will float on to the next world and be thin and beautiful payment for my undying love for you in this world.

I ask only one more thing from you, please Ana, remove me from this hell, from this world ASAP. please take away this hatred for my pain and allow me to be free and light.

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This Website does NOT in anyway support eating disorders. If you do not have one you should leave immediately. It is a mental illness and should be treated by professionals. This website is only for people who already have ed's and need support or help.