Some weeks passed and I enrolled into college, away from home and from my family and always with the thought that I would be happy cause I would be fully responsible about what I was eating for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Badly did I know that the end of 2021 and the beginning of 2022 would be the hardest time of my life.
I went to college weighing 64 (141 pounds) and thinking that I would be able to make some friends and live the best years of my life.
But I spent so much time worrying about my weight that my image meant everything to me... And because I hated me I couldn't be near people that I didn't knew because my brain would always remember me that I was fat and ugly and nobody would want to be near me and be my friend. My old friends knew me before and after my weight lost and knew I had changed a lot, but these people only knew the after... And I was still seeing me fat so how could they not see me fat too?
First month of college passed and I didn't make any friends. I was completely alone. Away from home, my family and my cat. Lost in my thoughts. Surrounded by my food and its calories. Surrendering to depression.
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My Best Friend and I: Anorexia
RastgeleNearly lost myself thinking weight loss would fix everything... but the truth is that I still think of myself as disposable, even in a size 34... Remember always: Your size does not define you.
