///Hello, anyone who is reading this, just a quick note, this is my first light hearted story. Hopefully you will enjoy TED's story and laugh along the way.///
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When we are children, we are frightened yet fearless, angelic yet twisted and truthful yet dishonest.
When I think back to the time that I'd break my mum's favourite vase and then try to piece together the puzzle, and when it didn't work I would stare at her with pleading eyes and ask for forgiveness without really asking.
The days where you would notice the school bully walking towards the adventure playground and then you'd duck behind "that" bush. The days where you'd hate "that" girl that to everybody else seemed faultless. The days where you would sit for several hours under "that" veranda on your lonesome, waiting for "that" teacher to tell you off, for lacking socialization skills at age six. When it finally came to "that" day you would either bunk school or fake a stomach-ache. And when "that" week was over, it'd all start again.
See, you may not be able to relate to any of this but the thing is that I was never an ordinary child, or so I like to think.
My name is Tamara Eloise Daley, short for TED.
The day I was born, stars shot down to earth, planets fell out of alignment, the world stopped revolving and destiny ran for its life.
I like to think that I had this impact on the world, but clearly none of this happened. What did happen, was that the midwife that helped my mother give birth to me, said that I was four kilograms' overweight and she felt sorry for my mother, to have to carry me around. The day I was born, I was told to go on a diet, well in medical terms I was given "low fat infant formula". My mother, however, being a typical overprotective mum breastfed me till I was two years of age.
Now I have Bulimia Nervosa. An eating disorder. Whatever it is you're thinking it's probably far from my reality. I don't just eat what I want, feel fat and then throw up. That's a textbook or Hollywood case. The scale dictated my life ever since the age of 15. I still don't know when and how it developed. But it did, it snuck up on me like an inappropriate crush.
Genetic Predisposition. No. Lifestyle Choices. No. Trauma. No.
But I subconsciously blame the "low fat infant formula".
To everyone around me I look completely normal. They just tell me to snap out of it. Mostly people just say, "you know just stop making yourself throw up."
Imagine if it were that simple.
Still, I don't let it define me.
This is my story, not Bulimia's, she has had enough books written about her. This is The 'Diary of a Chubby Girl'; Chubby just being a nicer word for fat.
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The Diary Of A Chubby Girl
Teen Fiction"The day I was born, stars shot down to earth, planets fell out of alignment, the world stopped revolving and destiny ran for its life." My name is Tamara Eloise Daley but you can call me TED. I like to think that I had this impact on the world, bu...
