dontcare97
August 1st, 2011, 03:49 PM
I started throwing up when I was about eight. I was young ans no one really said stop eating. I was popular and had lots of friends so I wasn't really bullied at that age.I did at least two different sports a year since kindergarten but still, i would look at my best friend, see how thin she was and pick at my fat.
I hated it. But I love food. So I reasoned that throwing up will still get the glorious taste without the weight. I didn't do it all the time, just one every other week or so. I was like a small boost that made me fell better.
Then my dad died when i was ten. My mother diagnosed with kidney cancer the with in six months. People got meaner in the bigger school. I was picked on by everyone with only three really good friends. I didn't tell them anything. I burned myself and drew pictures of my killing people. i stabbed myself with safty pins to break my blood veins. I tried to cut myself but i had a fear of death. I didn't want to go to hell.
By seventh grade I was throwing up at least once every other day. i tried to eat one meal at dinner and almost nothing the rest of the day. I lunch I hide out in bathrooms and the library reading ans waiting. The only person that really knew me was one of my guidance counselors, Ms. Northey. She was the best.
i changed schools and went on weight watchers. I still throw up. My friends forced me to stop or they'd tell my mom. I sometimes do it at home for comfort.It relaxes me and makes me feel light. No one knows I still do it.
I hated it. But I love food. So I reasoned that throwing up will still get the glorious taste without the weight. I didn't do it all the time, just one every other week or so. I was like a small boost that made me fell better.
Then my dad died when i was ten. My mother diagnosed with kidney cancer the with in six months. People got meaner in the bigger school. I was picked on by everyone with only three really good friends. I didn't tell them anything. I burned myself and drew pictures of my killing people. i stabbed myself with safty pins to break my blood veins. I tried to cut myself but i had a fear of death. I didn't want to go to hell.
By seventh grade I was throwing up at least once every other day. i tried to eat one meal at dinner and almost nothing the rest of the day. I lunch I hide out in bathrooms and the library reading ans waiting. The only person that really knew me was one of my guidance counselors, Ms. Northey. She was the best.
i changed schools and went on weight watchers. I still throw up. My friends forced me to stop or they'd tell my mom. I sometimes do it at home for comfort.It relaxes me and makes me feel light. No one knows I still do it.