18 years old and bulimic at 155 pounds,



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You Are Not Alone

I haven't recovered from bulimia yet. I want to. I need help, but I'm to afraid to tell anyone.

I'm an 18 year old girl who has a wonderful life. I'm 5'0 and I weigh 155 pounds. I know I'm fat, I feel fat, and I see fat all over my body.

People tell me that I'm such a beautiful girl and I believe them, but then I look at the rest of my body and my opinion of myself changes in the blink of an eye.

Just about an hour ago, I went to my fridge and ate a bowl of pasta. I ate the pasta because it tasted good and I was bored. After I ate the pasta I then felt content.

Then I saw a picture of my favorite actress and saw how beautiful she was. Seeing her beauty made me hate myself more. So, I went to my trash can in my room and let it all come up. I couldn't go to the toilet to do this because my parents would hear me and ask if everything was okay.

When I was done purging, I cried and cried. I knew something was wrong with me because this is not the first time I have done this. So, I looked up bulimia online and saw all the symptoms and now I am here telling you my story.

I don't know why I'm telling you my story. Maybe because I want to let someone know or maybe someone out there with the same problem will know that you are not alone and that it will be okay because we know what our problem is. All we need is help. We need someone to know..

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