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    “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”

    Dickens, in a nutshell, sums up my last few months.

    I won’t bore you with the details.  I recovered.  I relapsed.  I recovered.  Some great things happened.  Some terrible things happened.  Things changed.  Life goes on.

    But the most important change has been in this part of me.  In this secret self that I’ve been hoarding.  In this sick, twisted, imaginary place in my head where the only things that matter are the size of my thigh gap and whether I ingested twelve too many calories today.

    I cannot—will not—keep doing this to myself.  I deserve better.  Ana, with her false pretty pictures and deceitful voice purring in my ear, will NOT control my life anymore. Finally, I’m going to fight back.  Finally, I’m going to win.

    But to do that, I can’t keep coming back to this blog.   This was my haven of self-loathing and self-destruction, and now, it’s time to move on.  I’ve created a new blog.  This time, it’s going to be about support, recovery, and learning to love myself again.

    If anyone is still out there reading me (and not just because they forgot to unfollow me in my absence), I’d love it if you would come support me at www.agirlwithoutwax.tumblr.com .

    I know it’s not going to be easy.  But I know it’s going to be worth it.

    So, wishing you all the love, light and happiness in the world— and for the last time from this blog;
    <3  Adelle

     

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    Okay, so Amy Winehouse is dead, and that’s sad.

    But you know what? Close to 100 people are dead in Norway.

    100 people.  100 moms and dads and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and neices and nephews and cousins and friends.

    And 1 celebrity.  I’m not saying that it’s not sad that she died, because it is. She had friends and family who loved her too.

    But someone please explain to my why people care more about this ONE DEATH than the lost lives of close to 100 people.  Amy Winehouse’s life wasn’t more valuable than any one of theirs, much less all of them. 

    It’s a really sad commentary on our society and what we value.

     

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    I need a texting buddy. Apply within.

    I desperately need to get my life back on track. So, once again, I’m turning to my fellow tumblr ladies for help.  Application is as follows, if interested please drop it in my ask:

    Name?

    Age?

    Gender?

    Country?

    Healthy or unhealthy?

    CW?

    GW?

    Are you and your cell phone virtually inseperable?

    Unlimited texting?

     

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    Adelle has a crying hangover, and needs to get a serious grip on her life again.

     

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    First 200 to reblog will be promoted to my 13700+

    itsnotaseasyasitlooks:

    •no likes! dont miss your chance! HURRRY.
    •must be following http://itsnotaseasyasitlooks.tumblr.com/•only first 200, if doesnt reach 200 no promo.
    •must reblog and follow to get promo!
    Spread the word, go go go. MUST BE FOLLOWING.

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    (Source: stayhawaiian, via rebellevoux)

     

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    When I was a kid, I didn’t have a laptop, iPod, Blackberry, PS3, Wifi or iPads. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek. I ate what my mom made. I would think twice before I said “no” to my parents. Life wasn’t hard, it was good & I survived. Kids these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised. I think we were happier kids.

    (Source: raisabakit, via unraveledanna)

     

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    back on track, and back around, starting today.

    missed my dears and the dropping numbers too much. 220 cal breakfast today and bought a cal counting watch. Good start. :)

    love from adelle. 

     

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    I hate that I feel fat in everything that I own.