An anonymous submitter wanted me to post this on their behalf.
This is a fairly old picture at this present time, but both pictures taken on the same day. The right is an edited photo that Fawnass publicly posted, looking sickly/ deathly and heavily altered. The one on the left however is a screenshot of her talking to people via stickam.
Don’t try to argue and say it’s just the lighting, because you’d be full of shit if you try to deny the obvious shooping involved.
Thank you very kindly to the blogger that submitted this to me; this is an oldy but a definite goody and serves as an important reminder that these little thinspo/ pro-ana chicks aren’t what they claim to be or look like without their bestfriend, photoshop.
There’s a deathly mixture of pure vanity and a insatiable desire for attention on Tumblr. Appearance is replacing intellect and everywhere you look it’s handled as an excuse for actions you wouldn’t forgive an ‘ordinary’ person. It’s a hard battle until you reach a higher number of followers than all those blogs that you used to follow in the very beginning, but once you’ve reached it, it’s yours and you know what? Nobody can take it away from you - because it’s nothing. It doesn’t exist.
Just look at all those self-appointed ‘e-celebritys’ who spend their daily life with creating an Internet persona that has not much to do with their true selfs; and as soon as you realise that their attention-seeking nature is only to disguise their insecurities; you will suddenly realise that there’s nothing to look up to. Excessive use of Photoshop won’t take away their feelings and even though there are thousands of shady people who tell them that they’re pretty, they won’t feel any better. Maybe for a short period of time but they will never heal from that, no matter how long they talk themselves into believing it and this shows you that looks are nothing. They do not define you nor do they make you a saint. When you enter your bedroom in the evening and you lay down sleep it all comes back - everything that you wanted to compensate or suppress. Those people are trying to sell you their perfect lies, as any commercial on TV does, and you’re believing every bit of it. Why do you stick to their words but question everything that TV tells you? Or don’t you? You probably already bought them.
Congratulations, because now you own the jackpot - that very special feeling that makes you feel worse every day. You can’t live up to those standards because nobody can. You need to break out - to give up on that before your eyes and mind walk the same paths. No matter if they’re called, Felice Fawn, Johanna Herrstedt or Mila Mortice, you need to stop spending your time with admiring those people or their covered misery will become yours.
Most of them didn’t reach anything in life that you can’t reach. You can quit school or your job to become a fashion blogger or something like that. You can easily learn how to photoshop yourself until you’re unrecognisable. You can scam people. You can get attention from posting your selfies. The question is: Do you want that? It’s only a wast of time, it’s nothing you want people to remember in the end of the day.