The worst part about having an eating disorder, is people finding out about it and giving you help that you don't want. I don't want help. That's what no one understands. I know I'm slowly killing myself, I know, but I really don't care. All I want is too see the scale say that I'm under 100 pounds, or that I'm a size 0 in jeans. My parents started noticing that I wasn't eating that much. It started off little. First I wasn't eating breakfast, so I could workout. Then I started to skip lunch, sooner I started skipping dinner on some nights. I started running 2 miles everyday . Sometimes 3. My parents knew I was depressed, I'd have different break downs, I was eating less and trying to hide it, but once I stopped eating, I couldn't get myself to eat again because I felt great! I know my hair started to fall out a little, I didn't like wearing bikinis because people would see more that I am anorexic. That's right, my name is Christina, and I am anorexic. That is the preview of chapter 1. I hope you enjoy!

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