Food

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Saturday, the 28th of July.

I used to have a mental illness called anorexia...
I mean... It was more like a pseudo thread to follow... The Pro-Ana as they used to call them.
I was a part of them during more than a year. Dealing with school, parents, and crisises of bulimia... It was kind of terrible...
Thanksfully, I didn't go too far.

I know it was particular to girls even if some guys were into, they weren't much.

Some of them forced their body to puke... I hated that! So thanks to that my stomach and throat weren't irritated.

One day my mother understood I had a problem... So she spoke to me... I was angry and went out from home for a long walk...
When I came back I knew I couldn't do the same "routine" I had...
So everything just turned to kind of normality...

Today... 2 years after that situation... And after having distroyed all of my life and losing all the friends I had because of my lies...
I always have struggles with food...
I think this will never be fixed...

See you in another world ✨

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