I've been starving myself for years,10 years in fact. I'm lucky if i eat once a week. And it's not because of my family. Well, not my mom and brother. My biological father called me fat. At 10. I figured if i lost weight, i could be somewhat loveable. I could be beautiful. But nothing i ever did was enough. My hatred of my body drove me to self-harm. To actually hating myself. My stepfather tries to help me eat. I can't do it. I'm honestly exhausted. I just want to sleep. I'm tired.
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It Gets Better; stories from an addict and finding myself through the mess.
Non-FictionHey, it's Bri. I've been through a lot during my 22 years of life. alcohol,friends ditching me, sexual assult. This is my story. These are my real diary entries from the darkest parts of my life.
