I don’t know how to tell my parents that I’m anorexic. They think I’m perfect.
I’m not anorexic. I’m just slowly committing suicide.
My friends joke and call me annorexic. It’s true.
I won’t eat.
I’m struggling with anorexia and can’t tell my parents. I’m only 14.
I wish you weren’t such a good cook So that i could be a better anorexic
I want my friend back
i want to feel the sickening and painful effects of anorexia; that way i will know that it is working. if i don’t feel it in the next 12 months, i will be using these same hands to write a suicide note.