when a teacher asks you if you understand the work and you don’t
*gets 0 on the test*
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I’m 22 years old.
I have a perfect boyfriend of almost 2 and a half years and his family loves me.
I have amazing friends who are here for me always.
I have great parents who are here for me no matter what.
It pains me to write this. I’m bawling as I write this because I know no one will understand.
I know deep down inside me there’s something that even I don’t understand.
I know that I had an eating disorder.
I don’t have anorexia.
I don’t have bulimia.
I have NDOS, which is an awful thing to have.
I either tell myself that I don’t need to eat or I tell myself that I HAVE TO EAT RIGHT THIS SECOND.
I don’t know if I feel good about my body or if I feel bad about it.
I’m 5 food 2.5 inches tall.
I’m not overweight.
Or am I?
I’m 135 pounds on a good day, 140 on a bad day.
I fluctuate 5 pounds. 5! That is so ridiculous! I haven’t been above or below 135-140 pounds since I was in 6th grade. Which is pathetic.
It’s pathetic because I know so many people who have suffered so much worse than me.
I know my friends, family, and boyfriend love me. I just wish I could love myself.
This isn’t fair.
I just want my boyfriend to have a perfect girlfriend.
I want my friend to have the most perfect friend.
I want my parents to have the most perfect only child.
But right now,
I feel awful about myself and I don’t know what to do.
I don’t feel good enough for any employer, or any friend, or any child, or any girlfriend.
I need help.
But I’m too scared to tell or show this to anyone.
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