Sometimes all you want is for someone to just understand . Sometimes I need that. I need someone who won't judge me for it. Who won't rush me. Who won't ask me daily what I ain't. I don't want everyone to stress me about my eating disorder. Especially my family. I don't want that.
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My mom found out. She started realizong over time. She talked to my dad about it. When I came home she talked to me and told me to get better and explained all the consequenses. I kept denying it. I said I didn't have an eating disorder. I kept thinking in my head that she had it for 10 years and she didn't die. That she is perfectly fine. I always denied. I always did. Soon enough my aiayers found out . They didn't freak out until I had a melt down one night. When I sort if leaked out and said that I wasn't getting better and I would only eat when mom was around . She leaked out about it. Mom found out and started making breakfast dinner and threatened to start making me lunch. Dad didn't say anything until about a week ago.
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