I’m bullimic. I wish I could say I WAS bullimic and I do not have the symptoms anymore… but no, I still binge eat and I still feel guilty every time I eat. I try to distract myself. I do other things but I just feel… heavy. I want to throw up. I want to eat, taste the food, and go to the bathroom and vomit it all.
My dad’s always criticizing my body. I’m fat. I’m fat. I’m fat.
And I know I’m fat. I don’t like my curves. My a** has stretch marks and is not as firm as I would like it to be. My breasts are not as firm either. My legs are not shaped the way I would like them. My face is not smooth. My hair puffs out too much sometimes. My nose is big. My smile makes me look weird.
I hate my body. I hate myself. I hate my personality. I hate my life.
I hate you dad. F*** you and your ways and your “family”.
F*** you.
A.A.
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Love you as you are.
When you’ll accept yourself life will be much easier.
Hope and believe in youself