" Daliah please eat something" her mother whined. " But I'm not hungry mom why do I have to eat?" I whined back. I was extremely hungry but didn't want to eat I was fine. I finally finished my purging when got home from school so I was fine. I didn't want to spoil my food for tomorrow. My chest burned like it was on fire. But my mouth was like a Savannah agonizing pain struck me like a bus. But the weird part was... I welcome the pain and let it make its home in the pit of my stomach. "Daliah please just eat.." there was pleading in her voice with a little sadness. When she did that it made my stomach go weak and feel well disturbed by the sound of her voice. I know she tries all she can to make me feel better about myself, but every attempt just makes me feel like a failure. But I won't tell her that. Atleast not yet. I walk into my room and slump my bag into the bed and I went on the computer to write. Now I don't talk to people for psychological help. But I do write about my feelings and deal with them healthily I guess. But oh well you never know. I may be wrong. I have a twin sister her name is Caroline we have the same coral red hair, and blue eyes, and little nose, slim bodies but very different personality's though. She is the girl every guy wants and has the personality as a bubbly cheerleader. And now me. Well I'm more of depressed and mellow and well I'd rather be alone.
There's this guy at school his name is Chester. Chestnut is his nickname because of his brown hair and eyes. And I'd sell my soul to just hug him. But sadly he only sees me as his best friend. I hear him talk about my sister like he wants her to be his and it kills me. That's one reason I do this to myself. I'll stop when I'm 90 pounds and start to look exactly like my twin sister again. Once we hit puberty we both just kinda stopped looking like each other so much. Even mom noticed it. Dad not so much he never really payed attention to what we looked like he just treated us like princesses. He loved us and he never left us. Our parents were together for years before my sister and I were born. I don't understand why i need to purge to feel beautiful. I'm told I'm beautiful everyday of my life, yet I still do it. But that's just my life
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Non-FictionThe beginning of everything, Walk through the life of a person who has anxiety, another with depression, Another with schizophrenia, and one with a eating disorders. Look at these people and feel what they feel. Be taken through their everyday livin...
