Wow. Yeah its nice to share things with someone my age... Well. The reason I started it is, mmm probably because my mom used to be bullimic, but she is kinda obsessed with her weight and she exercises a lot when she eats like very much, so I didn't want to stay behind, but I chose to throw up. Another reason is because since I was like little, I have never been happy with myself. I've always been fat (i really am) i'm a little overweight (level 1) but the thing here is I am not happy with myself, I want to be... Just... Normal. I understand perfectly about your pain at the mirror. It really sucks. I just can't smile!!!! You know something funny? I envy more a girl that is like 200 pounds but happy, that a 85 pounds girl who hates herself (like me, except I don't think im 85 pounds)
today I had a really bad day: I ate like a pig. Cookies. Butter. Bread. I threw up every little piece, I think. It hurts. I started vomiting blood. One part of me says: "stop! Please don't hurt me!" and the other says: "nooo, its your punishment for eating so much, let's go again" I hate inner battles. At the end, I just couldn't throw up more, it hurted like hell; so I got angry with myself, I found a razor and started cutting my left wrist. It actually didn't hurt at all.
Sometimes I think about suicide.
I know im in a hole.
Does it happen to you?