I moved in with my dad in late May, everything was fine till a few months ago. My dad recently got engaged and I don't like his fiancée. Well it's not that I don't like her, it's just I feel like my dad doesn't pay any attention to me anymore. Me and him use to be so close now we aren't. So the problem is, I try to eat as little as possible. I know you probably think that's not suck a big deal, but if you think about it, Monday through Sunday you would normally eat 21 times or more, but I only eat 7. Once you think about it, that's not healthy for you body. Most of the time when I do eat it's because I'm forced to by my mom or other family members, not my dad tho. Most people can't tell, but I have lost weight. Some of my pants are too big now, and my arms have like no meat on them. I know people get made fun of a lot about anorexia but I don't care, because that's their opinion. If they don't like me for who I am then I don't care. I also have minor depression. It's starting to get worse, but that's just another reason why I don't eat and it's also because if my dad neglecting me.
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My eating disorder
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