So girls, I have to admit something.
I think this is the first time I called you girls.
No, that's not what I wanted to say.
Keep to the script woman!
I haven't known my weight all along, although you thought I would say that, didn't you?
Don't say "no" now.
I know you well enough.
Today was actually the first day I stepped on the scale.
I bought the scale like forever ago but I couldn't muster the courage.
I am a coward, I know ok?
So.. 157.6
I am a FAT failure.
Right back at the beginning.
Life works in strange ways.
That was me confessing something number 1.
Get ready for number 2.
I am a straight A student.
Not your occasional-B-straight-A-student.
I am the-regional-competition-in-Maths,-History,-Biology,-Chemistry,-Physics-student.
Today was the regional in maths.
I flunked it.
I am a FAT STUPID failure.
And confession number 3, because third's the charm, right?
Last night, before my competition, around midnight, I was lying in my bed.
I was shaking, feeling sick and anxious.
I couldn't get my brain to fall asleep.
I have been trying since 10pm.
I wasn't thinking about food at all.
All I ate yesterday were two pieces of chocolate.
Next thing I know, I find myself in the kitchen, my hands reaching for the first eatable thing and pushing it inside me. And pushing. And pushing. And I wasn't able to stop.
Next picture.
Me in the bathroom.
Purging my guts out.
Me taking a shower.
Me brushing my teeth.
Me falling asleep.
Turns out, I am ill.
I am a big FAT STUPID EATING-DISORDERED failure.
Loving you all to bits <3
PS I answered the comments down there.
