I am 12 years old.
I have a phycological disorder, and the cause: myself and people in my school..
I'm not fat, I'm skinny, always was. But obviously, like some b*tches in my grade, they told me I'm anorexic, some told me I was fat. They were playing games with me. Eventually I started to believe that I was fat, I looked in the mirror everyday in my underwear .. for 4 weeks, and saw a mess. I felt like such a loser, standing there, not looking like girls in magazines..
Eventually one day, I snapped. I didnt eat for 6 weeks, all I managed was water and and a carrot, a baby one every 3rd day.
People started feeling sorry for me, one of the girls moms that played mind games with me walked up to me and went on about how thin I was.. I thought she was also playing games.
My mom was in such a panic, crying, eventually needing to go get shakes for me. I refused drink those, as I knew it was like food.
I looked in the mirror one day. and sat down in front of the mirror, stared at myself for an hour, and eventually realising what I had done to myself. I started eating a little more, and I feel better.
I still look in the mirror, and think " What the hell? Why do I look like such a freak?"
The one thing that kept me going was that I got accepted into a modelling agency before I had the disorder.
I realised how beautiful I am, inside and out. I was always beautiful. God never makes mistakes. You're in this world for a reason.
Be strong and over come this. I am slowly.
But yes, society does make you feel like sh*t.
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