I’ve been restricting for as long as I can remember. I was always picky as a child and had to eat certain foods, on specific days, I couldn’t let my food touch or else I wouldn’t be able to eat it and I was never really hungry. My parents thought I was just being a kid. (later on I realized that they were just happy I wasn’t obese like the rest of my family) I don’t really know why I was that way, maybe the wires in my brain never attached correctly. Unfortunately during the past three years I have gotten worse. purging, starving, cutting. For the life of me, I can’t seem to find a triggering reason for this start of self hatred but I see no end in sight. I can never do anything right, I feel alone all the time: I am nothing. I have been broken down by this thing; I don’t have the thick skin I used too. I’m constantly frightened that people won’t like/ except me, and sick when they prove me right. Even after these years of struggle i still try not to look in the mirror because i know i will hate what i see.
Stats: Age: 19 Height- 5’8” HW- 130 LW- 92 I’m not comfortable giving my CW at the moment.