I’m traveling down the road to anorexia. I can’t be happy with my body. I dropped an entire dress size in a month and a half to two months (found that out because my previous sizing for my dress for my friend’s wedding doesn’t fit anymore).

I’m happy I’m skinnier, but I’m not happy about my bust decreasing as well. When I’m too big, my b**** are alright, but when I’m thinner, they’re just too small. I hate my f****** body and I cringe when I look in the mirror. I’m not sure when this started, I just…sort of realized one day that I wasn’t eating as much as I used to and I wasn’t often hungry. And I was completely fine with it. I’ve told one friend, but nobody that sees me everyday. Not my boyfriend, not my parents, not anyone at work.

I don’t want to tell them. Part of me wants to stop this now, before it gets bad, but part of me is fine with being anorexic. It hurts but it feels good.

I don’t know.