Days went by, the scale was my friend; yet enemy. I praised when the numbers went down. I was new to anorexia, but I knew I had to fast. When it came to eating I would eat in pain, the thought of all the Carbs, Sugers, etc. coming in my body was the feeling of disgust and failure. When I ate I grabbed my stomach, and on each bite I would think the fat of the food would build up. When my mom served me I would pour onto her bowl. The fear of gaining weight was like Christian people commiting a crime and scared of how God will punish them.
My mind would get out of shape. In other words I would want to eat, but I knew if I ate I would gain, and I couldn't let that happen. I HAD TO be skinny, and somtimes I thought of it and then think Id rather commit suicide. I would not let myself be fat, I COULNT.
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eeling worthless when I ate I would try to purge, but like I said, I was new to anorexia, so I didn't know how to. I read how to but the thought of doing that was disgusting. Only to find out soon I would do it too.............
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Anorexia story
Non-Fictiona girl who thinks dying from thinking she isn't good enough
