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Hello, my name is [NAME HERE]! MY VITALS -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Occupation:Student Home town: Location: Cancer -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I honestly don't know it anyone will bother to read this. I don't know how much anyone cares. For those who do I'll try to make what i have to say somehting good to read. My struggle with weight started in the fourth grade. Not struggle with ana only with my weight. I was living in California at the time and was bored out of my mind. There was nothing to do outside of school. Nothing to do at school. No hard work. No challenge. With the boredom came sadness and I started looking for something to get me through the day. I have always loved soda, diet and regular. I started sneaking soda to school for the exciment that came with disobaying my parents and before long started drinking 4 a day. Before long I was a chubby, gross overweight child. I tried to run it off and it was then that the thought of "If I stop eating I loose weight" jumped into my mind, but it never stuck for long. I began weighing myself in secret never happy with what i saw. The number wasn't going down and neither was my collection of fat Two years after this began my family and I moved back to the east coast where all thoughts of my weight seemed to dissappear. I became a normal middle school kid just trying to get though the years until high school started. It was in eight grade that everything started to go downhill. It all started as a joke. "God what a fatty" my friend would joke to me. "Nice love-handles" they would yell down the hall. I would shake it off, not seeing how much it hurt. Not feeling it. One day my "friend" startes telling me a story about how another girl yelled at her for calling me fat. Told her she wasn't nice. It was at that moment that i first realized - people thought i was fat. And they were right. Despite all this I didnt do anything to change until halfway thorough freshman year. Slowly I began eating less and less for lunch. The i started skipping lunch (I've never been a breakfast eater) and would wait to eat until after school. Then I cut that out eating only dinner and anything after that. I can remember that first time I went a day without eating. I can remember the first time I made myself throw up. I can remember the first bone I saw poking through my skin and the sadness i felt when they dissappeared again. Now I am 17 years old, a junior in high school. I am 5"5 and a half and for the moment 123lbs. I want to be 110 again (the lowest I've even been able to be). I NEED to be 110 again. Help me do this. Help me find happyness. Help me be thin. Kari <3<3<3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SAY HELLO! Leave me a comment below, or send me a private message or compliment!
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