I Take Small Steps I was 14 when I realized I was bulimic. I hated my weight, I hated my body and even more, I hated myself. I would just think about throwing up all the time, and then the day came when I thought I would do it for the first time. It felt so good. I had never been this happy in my life. A boy even asked me out. I was over the moon and I started to throw up even more, but it wasn't a good thing. My hair started to fall out and blood started coming out of nowhere. I was scared to tell anyone. I thought it would go away, but it didn't, it got worse. I remember waking up with my mum beside me, she said that I had fallen, but I didn't remember a thing. The doctor said that I had to start eating or I was going to die. I just couldn't stop throwing up, it was like a drug addict needing a fix. Bulimia is an eating disorder that makes you feel like it's a drug. I always had to do it. But I had to eat, I didn't want to die. I couldn't leave my mum in this word alone . So, I take small steps everyday.
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