I stand in front of the mirror for at least 1 hour before plucking up the courage to go to school.
I stand and look at my stomach, my hips, and my thighs in the dreaded mirror i have to face every morning.
To me, the mirror was like a deep hole in the ground that every morning I had to cloce my eyes and jump into, each time plummeting down and down, knowing that it would never end.
My friends said I was silly to worry about my weight, but I thought I needed to be skinnier.
Two months ago I stopped eating.
Since then I have noticed I have been shedding weight, but I have also been throwing up allot and haven't been able to be very active without fainting.
I always feel weak and sic, but when I try to eat something small I have an urge to throw up.
I become scared as I realise what is happening to me.
I realise that my friends were right but i cant bring myself to keep down food.
I have become depressed, I have isolated myself from the outside world.
I just wanted to loose some weight but It has become out of hand.
I know I must go for help but I'm scared, so I decide that I will tell my best friend what is happening to me.
Everything will be alright.
I'm going to be myself again.
And now I know, that's all I ever want to be.



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