I want to tell someone about what I'm doing
to myself, so fucking much.
I hate feeling alone in this.
But then I look in the mirror, I stop.
Because I'm too fat to have an eating disorder.
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When my Dad was still around, he'd pop me on his
lap, and hold me... he would whisper "No one is perfect, Skylark."
(his name for me)
and I would say, "But I want to be perfect, Daddy."
He would then respond, "And what's perfect?"
I would smile, "Skinny."
I was eight years old.
I flushed all my candy down
the toilet that day.
The toilet flooded.
It was Halloween.
My best friend had called me
Fat.
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This tuna diet is killing me.
It's getting to the point where
it's making me so nauseated to even
see a can.
I used to love tuna.
A can of tuna for lunch is only 120 calories
after all.
I keep my dinner around 300.
420 calories a day in food.
I most likely burn most of it off.
It works....
But tonight, I'm scared.
My Mother decided to make one of my favorites,
and it's been simmering all day, the smell
actually giving me a headache.
I bet I'll eat tonight.
I bet I'll eat dinner.
and then binge.
It's been so long since I binged.
Shoving anything and everything
into my mouth.
Then purging.
Locking myself away
from the world
as I spew vomit
as I can spew words on
paper.
Ack.
I must do what
is needed to be done
to loose weight.
I starve, I puke,
and sometimes I cut -
because it's the only things
that I can do well.
and perfect.
my body is screaming FOOD.
It's bad enough I allowed myself a hot
chocolate today.
but I needed the sugar,
or else I would have fainted...
I have lost weight.
It gives me a high.
and I want to loose
more.
and more.
and more.
- Glitch.