For the past year I’ve been struggling with an eating disorder. My dad walked in on me purging in the bathroom and forced me to go to counseling. I don’t have to go anymore but I am in so much pain. Every day is a struggle. I wish my weight was as low as my self esteem. I don’t know how to ask for help. I want to look healthy, thin, and fit. But if I get help, I won’t have the body I want. I’m not underweight or overweight, but I just feel so alone. So empty. I have no one. Food is on my mind 24/7 and I can’t help it. I’m so confused.