It first started when I went to the doctor and she said I was over weight. She said I was over weight for my age. But I was average for my height. Because I'm taller than most people my age. After that I just sat in the doctors office with my mom and cried. Because I didn't want to be fat. I'm actually crying right now writing this. But I'm okay.
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Anorexia/self harm. I'm screwed and you are too.
Non-FictionI don't have anorexia completely. I skipped meals here and there when I went to school. And it practically took my friends shoving food down my throat.
