My family loves me, you know, they like me, what I have the ability to accomplish, but... I don't know.
My mother saw me and she took me home from school (I'm at a boarding school) and the first thing after sitting down and looking at me she says "Are you still having trouble eating? You look thinner." And after lying to her through my teeth about how I eat at meals, she goes "Oh-- you look nicer too."
-.-
Great thing to say to your daughter. Especially when you know she had an Eating Disorder.
Thanks Mom, Thanks a whole lot.
On another Eating Note: Two things happen when I get stressed or scared. I won't eat anything. I can't swallow, can't chew. My mind won't allow me to eat. Or I eat. A bit above the normal range, but not binging. Or, I feel like it is above the normal range. When ever I come home the second one happens. My parents, especially my mother, stress me out to no end. It doesn't help that I'm in the same state of my ex. My parents don't know about what he did to me, and my older sister might have a slight idea. He is, or was, her friend. I don't know anymore. But he might visit her when she comes back. I don't want to hide from him nailed up in my room, but if he comes over, I won't really have a choice. So that is stressing me out as well. I miss the boarding school. I really miss some of the people there... to a point. You eat all the meals with students and teachers there, so when you don't eat. It gets noticed. Fast. Within the first week of my eating disorder returning, people where already making comments about if I ever eat... how much weight I lost... crap like that. One of my friends (I'll call him Yellow) asked me, and I broke down. I don't know why, but I trusted him. I told him about the cutting that I had started again (I'm not anymore), that it was at times to hard for me to eat..., and about how my last boyfriend abused me after he found out I was gay. This was a while ago; he is the type of guy that wouldn't go to teachers or adults. I can't hide my emotions, I just can't. I try, I went to him the day before I went for him, and I was on the verge of a panic attack, because I was just resting on a friend's shoulder, the friend did something, and I just flipped out almost. The look on Yellow's face... I dunno. It hurt me knowing that I was hurting him...
The next morning I thought my roommates where sleeping, so I measured myself in front of the mirror, something that I don't get to do much, and I guess she was looking at me, because she said I had lost a lot of weight since coming to the school. I started crying, yelling, screaming because I felt like she was lying and how I was gaining weight.
I hate this disease so much.
When I was better for that year, it was great. I was looking forward to going to Pre Med, (I want[ed?] to be a nurse/doctor for teens and kids who have cancer).
But now... I just feel like I'm a waste of money again on my parents. And I don't want to be that much of a burden on them.
...Sorry for the rant.
And sorry for no cut... it won't really work.. :(
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