I have not eaten or slept properly in 3 days before that hardly at all. I’ve had 1 cup of milk a day when it gets really bad. My fridge is quite flat and shiny so i can see my reflection perfectly in it. When I lift my top I’m part horrified part happy that I’m drastically visibly skinnier. I am naturally skinny anyway (never bigger than a size 8). The only problem is that it’s proved that my parents are too wrapped up in their own lives to see that I’m slowly dying. I guess I just wanted attention of which I rarely ever get anymore. It just hurts that it’s taking me slowly starving myself for them to even begin to bat an eyelid about me.