Writing this to get it off my chest. Yesterday in the shower I stood crying because I finally admitted to myself how bad my problems were. And I can't help but cry whilst I type.
I was never part of the popular group of people, and was so jealous of those who were. I would look at photos of them all the time, and try to copy the clothes they wore or the cosmetics they bought. There was one girl in particular, who was the complete opposite of me - shorter, brunette, tanned. I felt so ugly in comparison.
So I got it into my head somehow that if I couldn't be pretty and popular, I would be skinny instead. That way they'd be jealous of me.
It was easy to do. I was already so depressed I didn't feel like eating.
I lost so much weight but I never really saw it. I had a completely distorted picture of myself in the mirror. People always told me how skinny I was, but when I looked down I could see fat on my thighs and my stomach.
Then I started to self harm on my arms and legs every day. I'd draw blood with my fingernails. It felt good whilst I was doing it but afterwards I felt so ashamed and the marks would be there for ages that I'd have to cover up. I'd never wear short sleeves or skirts, and I never went to any school formals because I'd have to wear skimpy clothes.
My skin was bad and I couldn't start menstruating.
But I'm begining to recover now I've moved. I'm up to a size 8/10, my periods have started and I'm feeling healthier. It's still hard to enjoy eating but I am trying. My goal is to get to a size 12. My new boyfriend is really supportive, tells me I'm gorgeous. Some days I feel it.
So yeh, this is just a message to other people. Please don't feel alone. I've never shared my story with anyone else. I could have gotten help if I had had the guts to talk to someone about what was going on in my head.