I didn't think I would really get attached to it, I only thought it was a joke from my mind. I stopped eating only when I was forced to, one meal a day. Calories were enemies, they were scary. When I was offered something I would secretly check the calories, so they wouldn't make fun of me. Doing this for a month. Days when by I would lose 0.2 oz and if I didn't I would cut and blame myself for not being good enough. My mom, Presley Collins, worked early in the mornings so that gave me time to wake up at 6 am and go for a jog. I did that for quite a while.... The feelings of being skinny was addicting. I thought if I was skinny I would be loved by everyone.........
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Anorexia story
Non-Fictiona girl who thinks dying from thinking she isn't good enough
