I woke up and I looked in the mirror and I could see my ribs. Then I was all happy. I was all like "HELL YEAH IM FREAKIN SKINNY" then I went to go get dressed. And I but on a tight fitting shirt and was like "oh hellll to the no" you could see my ribs through the shirt and you could see my heart beating through my chest. Delightful eh? Not really. I had to wear loose clothes so not everyone could see my ribs and suspect that I had a disorder. So that didn't help. I wore baggy clothes until I put back on a little weight. It might seem that everything looks good on skinny, but damnit, skinny doesn't look good in everything.
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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.
