Stay strong girl.
I still remember the first time I got anorexic after bulimia hit for a year.
All my sister ever did was to yell at me, scold me, and call me an anorexic kid. They didn't even know they said the damn truth. All my mom knew how to do was to yell about me getting skinner, me losing weight.
I couldn't take all that stress. So I stopped anorexia. But HATED myself. Hated my image. Hated everything.
At that time my progress was AWESOME.
I lost 3kg per fortnight.
Whoa blow me away.
Now I can't do that without difficulty.
I caught h1n1, put on 2kg =.=
Now?
stupidly and sadly and heavily 39kg.
Soon it'll be 35. Just wait.
Stay strong all my fellow anorexia friends. It's our fading obsession.
We cut.
We starve.
We throw up.
We cry.
Why us?
You think we don't want to be normal.
You think we love all this.
We.
Don't.