I don't know what made me do it the first time. I was twelve years old then and I didn't really know what bulimia was- other than making yourself throw up after you eat. The only thing I can remember running through my head was wondering if I can really do it, "just to see".
I thought it was too easy, to get rid of all that food: there had to be a catch... And there was. I've been through the perpetual cycle of starving, binging, and purging for almost five years now. I purge up to four times a day.
As of now, I can't say that I want to get better. Because I don't. Somewhere in this fucked up little head of mine I might, but in all consciousness no. This blog will serve as not only an outlet to me, but what an ed is like through a "sick" person's eyes.
xo.
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