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I took a deep breath before I got on it. I held onto the wall supporting myself on it before I dropped my gaze to look at the numbers. 156. I looked back up. Staring at the mirror in front of me, my reflection highlighted everything I hated about myself. Thighs. Stomach. Arms. That was the day I made a promise. I made a promise to myself that no matter what it took, that number would drop. And boy did it drop. It dropped down to a number even my doctors thought shouldn't be enough to support a life. The further I got on my journey the more my satisfaction increased and I thought I was fixed because my weight was, but I became broken Hi, my name is Joyce and I am an anorexic/bulimic. This is the story of me.
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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true. You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really. If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist. Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

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