Fuck Santa Muerte. I’m literally done with her. Unfollowed. Blocked. Delete. She’s not the key to being a size 0.
I was compelled to eat pasta carbonara last night at 3am, which is fucking ridiculous.
I’m pretty sure someone is doing root work on me and making me fat. Like literally no other explanation.
Uggh. I’m undoing this negativity by loving myself. Uggh. The power of love. Come through, Celine!
Daily Manifestation: Day 4 of 14
Photo: Mirror, Mirror by Nikolay Biryukov, 2012
the messy oracle 