DisorderSometimes my little brother will bite the skin on his fingersas he always doit's a sort of tix I supposeand as everyone else I'll tell him"Don't bite your fingers"he'll growl at melike everytime I say thatand stop for a while but then he'll start againI just have to look at him reallyhe understands and whine a bit"You stop having Anorexia"he's said once or twice beforeI'll laugh and he toobut my smile fades quicklyif it only was that easy.
You can't live without eatingI don't know why it happened to me really. I don't know how many times I've asked myself that question. Why me? I remember how it all started. It was long before I got diagnosed actually. I had been depressed for a long time already. Then it just hit me. What if I'd try to change something with myself to get rid of this misery? I pretty much wanted to die anyway.That's when I first started exercising. I've always loved dancing and I could do that simple math they've all told us, the medias, school, parents
If you burn more than you take in you'll lose weight. I had plenty of time at first since it was summer after all. I danced and danced and started to say no to sweets once in a while. I still ate them though, to reward myself. I didn't have any problems with food yet. But the dancing I used to love so much became a torture. At least 30 minutes a day I worked out. I had no interest in breakfast and had a fruit instead.My hard work paid of though. People told me I looked good a