I mean it really was my fault it all started with me not eating. I would tell my parents that I eat breakfast at school along with eating lunch there. Then saying that I got pizza after school with my friends.
I would start to bottle up all of my feelings. I know it's not healthy but my life was truly ripping apart at the seams.
I mean I'm under weight. My brothers and sister will stop in to talk to me every once in a while. I mainly lash out at them and they just assume that I'm on my period. To which I roll my eyes at.
I eventually started hating myself and resorted to cutting. I would grab a knife from the kitchen and whenever I would feel bad about something I would cut. I didn't do it for attention I did it because I thought that I deserved it.
