I wake up every day wanting to die. I dread going to school. I am terrified of hearing those three words. "You're so fat!" Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. The real f-word. I don't want to be the girl who starves herself but that's what it takes to get where I want to be. I have friends who help me get there too. Well, they're not really my friends but I talk to them online. They give me tips to keep the calorie count down but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is that my 'friends' help me get thin while I help them do the same. My real life friends don't agree with my decisions and try to get me what they call 'real help' but they don't understand that I don't need help. I just need to be thin.
I started off okay. I didn't think anything of myself. I thought my body was okay and I didn't really think of fat or skinny. I was just me. Then when sixth grade started, I was constantly being called fat. I started skipping lunch and breakfast. I noticed myself getting more tired and P.E. became more and more difficult for me. Running was hard but I was losing weight right? After I stopped eating breakfast and lunch, I saw that I'd dropped 10 pounds in a week. I was ecstatic. The worst part of it though was that I still got called fat. I hated myself and I hated being me. The pain I felt inside was indescribable l had to let it out and I only knew of one way to do it but it wasn't good...
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Dying for thin
Teen FictionWho said you have to be skinny to be anorexic? Ana is not glamorous. She takes over you whole life. She corrupts your mind and takes over anything you'd thought was normal. Starving is your new normal. "We're going out to eat. Wanna come?" "No. I've...
