still starving
After being anorexic for 13 years I went to the bookstore to look for a book on recovery, but when I saw the weight loss book someone had put in the section thinking they were funny, I skipped dinner instead.
After being anorexic for 13 years I went to the bookstore to look for a book on recovery, but when I saw the weight loss book someone had put in the section thinking they were funny, I skipped dinner instead.
The other day, my mother, who knows of my eating disorder of seven years, informed me that I wasn't skinny.
Fully knowing I've been battling anorexia/bulimia for 10 years now, my roommate (and best female friend) doesn't feel the need to refrain from telling me how skinny and perfect she views herself to be.
There is a very big difference between being anorexic and focusing on something so much that you forget to eat.
She starved herself, and hurt herself, and now she's dead and all I can think is, "She never even got to have a first real kiss".
I used to be able to play four hours straight of badminton, but one Sunday, when I could barely keep my eyes open, I realised that I needed to start eating again.
I look at the food longingly as my stomach grumbles, knowing that he's controlled me for so long that the only thing I have control over in my life is the food I put into my mouth.