I have steadily lost weight since 7th grade. I started starving myself in 7th grade, when I weighed 130 lbs. Now I'm a senior in high school, and I weigh 112 lbs.
Last year, I got down to 100 lbs. I've started blacking out, and getting dizzy spells. I think I'm fat. I think I'm ugly, and I hate myself. I know I need professional help, before I die or something. Which I wouldn't really have a problem with, but I think that would count as suicide, and I don't exactly want to spell eternity in Hell.
When I was little, I was always happy. I didn't have the happiest childhood, but I was grateful for what my mom could provide for me. Now, me and my mother say a couple words to each other a day. I think she knows I'm spiraling downwards, but doesn't want to confront me about it, in fear that I'll freak. Which I would.
I'm pathetic. I have a boyfriend, who constantly tells me I'm beautiful and that if I was a twig, it'd be gross, but I can't stop. I have like three friends, none of which I can talk to about my eating problems. I need help, but I'm afraid...
Last year, I got down to 100 lbs. I've started blacking out, and getting dizzy spells. I think I'm fat. I think I'm ugly, and I hate myself. I know I need professional help, before I die or something. Which I wouldn't really have a problem with, but I think that would count as suicide, and I don't exactly want to spell eternity in Hell.
When I was little, I was always happy. I didn't have the happiest childhood, but I was grateful for what my mom could provide for me. Now, me and my mother say a couple words to each other a day. I think she knows I'm spiraling downwards, but doesn't want to confront me about it, in fear that I'll freak. Which I would.
I'm pathetic. I have a boyfriend, who constantly tells me I'm beautiful and that if I was a twig, it'd be gross, but I can't stop. I have like three friends, none of which I can talk to about my eating problems. I need help, but I'm afraid...