I'm bulimic.
I have been for a year and a half. When I finally decided to tell the boy I liked at the moment, he was so cool about it. He told me that I was beautiful and that I didn't need to. He made me feel awesome and I couldn't help falling in love. No one was ever that understanding about my habit, not even my "best friend". When we broke up, he told everyone. Do you know how much that hurts? It killed me, literally. I drank and smoked away the pain and had one good night. The next morning all the hell came back. So I figured I'd party more often. It didn't help. It only hurt more, so I did more. I hooked up with people and got my heart broken even more. From experience, don't ever drink or do drugs just because you have pain. I'm addicted to them.