Sometimes I really wonder what pushes someone over the edge, what is their limit? Mine I guess is being called fat (or rather it was mentioned in some form or way) by my parents and having a skinny arse sister that I am always compared to. I am just sick of it! I hate myself, my body, my face...everything. I hate me. I will never be thin enough and I know...even when I reach my goal weight that might not even be enough... Is this what I have become? Is this what has become of every girl I called fat when they teased me? Did they go into this black abyss in which we call Ana... Who knows... I just wish that the pain would stop
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Diary Log: Day 6
Sometimes I really wonder what pushes someone over the edge, what is their limit? Mine I guess is being called fat (or rather it was mentioned in some form or way) by my parents and having a skinny arse sister that I am always compared to. I am just sick of it! I hate myself, my body, my face...everything. I hate me. I will never be thin enough and I know...even when I reach my goal weight that might not even be enough... Is this what I have become? Is this what has become of every girl I called fat when they teased me? Did they go into this black abyss in which we call Ana... Who knows... I just wish that the pain would stop
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