Princess ana

Before you go reading this, let me just say that this isn't about princes and princesses. This is about anorexia, depression, and self-harm. Most of this is going to be my experiences and stuff. I'm probably going to stretch the truth a little but whatever. Please no hate. :) Thanks.

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~Background~

I guess my depression started when I was about in 4th grade. My mom left my dad that year. I can't say that's what started my depression because that's not true.

I hate my dad. He is awful. When I was littler he used to abuse me. what am I saying, he still does abuse me when he's angry or drunk.

I'm an only child. Well that's not true i have a good-for-nothing step brother. I'm only 6 months older than him- so we are in the same grade-sadly. He gets everything he wants. it's awful how unfairly I get treated. He always complains about how much work he has to do. He does nothing. He gets $25 dollars a week for all the nothing he does. Unfair, right?

My step dad isn't much better he barely even acknowledges my existence. He "punishes" me for doing nothing to him. What I mean by "punishes" is slapping me. One time he slapped me right in front of my mom. What does she do? Nothing. Great parents right?

Ok now lets move on to bullying. I get bullied nearly everyday in school and online. Its probably worse than you think. At school they call me slut, bitch, whore, etc. Sometimes in the gym locker room when I'm done changing they basically throw me into the shower room and start to hit and kick me in the stomach and legs. After lunch -which I don't eat- they pull me into the bathroom and do the same. It's rather awful.

Online they tell me to kill myself before they come to my house and kill me for themselves. They tell me that nobody wants me and that I'm ugly, fat, slut, whore, etc. I guess I'm used to it now.

Ok so lets talk about my anorexia. In about 5th grade people started calling me cow, and super-big pig. I wasn't that big but it made me feel really insecure. That's when I stopped eating lunch at school.

I did this all through that year. Then in 6th grade I started purging up my supper. I still didn't eat lunch but I always ate breakfast. I never told my mom any of this because I was afraid she would freak out and take me to a therapist.

Eventually she did find out because the guidance counselor at school became worried about me and called my mom. She talked to me about it and I promised her I would start eating again. She believed me and it was dismissed.

Then in 7th grade I started self-harming. I started cutting my arms first then it moved to my stomach and legs. Soon after I started burning myself with my hair straightener. I got addicted very quickly and 1 cut/burn became 5 and 5 became 10 and so on. They got deeper and larger.

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