I've tried.
I've tried for two years to feel happy about myself, but lately it seems damn near impossible. Some days are good: I'm happy, lively, feeling okay about myself.
Then it hits me like a tidal wave, crashing into me, and suddenly I can't breathe. I can't think. At least not about anything other than how disgusting I feel. Fat. Stupid. Worthless.
Ana came into my life about a year ago. I was 15 and I came across this movie about a girl with anorexia. Despite the hair loss, constant chills, and missed periods, all I could think about was, "I wish that was me. I could be like that. I just have to work for it. Maybe then, people will like me and I'll feel good about myself."
So, I went straight to my room with a glass of water and did my cheer dance routine for two hours.
After starting my Ana workout and diet, it became harder and harder to stay dedicated and strong by myself. I ended up making a secret Instagram account and enlisted the help of some friends, who I called Ana Buddies. They helped me with sticking to my diet and vice versa.
And then, it all started going downhill.
A\N: Well. 203 words for my first chapter. I think that's good? Anyway, I hope that whoever bothered to read my story enjoyed it. Next Wednesday I will update Chapter 2. Until then <3
- Vex
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RandomI'm starting this story about my journey through anorexia and depression. Basically, it's just going to be my journey through my ED and what happens week to week. I will try to update every week on Wednesday and if I don't, I'll update whenever I ge...
