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In 8th grade I started starving myself. I’m a freshman in college now and I still can’t stomach more than 900 cal a day. I weigh 99lb. None of my pants that I brought with me to college fit anymore. I feel like I’m dying.
When I was 15 I was diagnosed with Anorexia after taking a really bad mental fall. It's been many years later and I never fully recovered, but I find myself constantly restricting and vomiting, and always feeling disgusted with myself. I have a 19.7 BMI, but it's not good enough. I really want to get underweight to prove to others that I am skinny, I am in control, I want to scare people, I find a numbing feeling that comes with this, and I love it.
Of course, the side effects of the disease is wretched and I think of how lovely recovery would be. I'm not here to get hate, Im just here to confess. I already seek therapy.
Still even as a recovering anorexic, I still hate my body and hate the way my thighs are shaped.
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