It started with an innocent diet.
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First is was diet, only apples, carrots and orange juice. Then I realized how hard it was to deny food in my house. So I ate, very little, one meal a day. And that meal was thrown up 10 minutes after I ate it. I exercise like a priest studies bible verses, in a sense, exercising was my saving grace some days. My body looked disgusting. Everything squished together. No bones showed like the one with the beautiful bony girls. I bet they never ate like I did. So I made the conscious decision to stop eating. What incident know was just how greatly that would affect me life.
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