my family nearly killed me
Well it all started when i was 13. My mum and dad used to argue constantly and my dad was violent at times. I was scared, i protected and comforted my little sisters. My friends at school lived with only one of their parents. i couldnt speak to them about my family because they never understood. I started getting close to a girl in my school her name was Sandria. She understood me and helped me. I was a quiet girl at school but loud at home. Food was not a problem for me but things changed.
Every week my dad would give me £10 for dinner money. I thought to myself whats the point of using it i might as well save it and buy something nice. I started using food as a reward. I blamed myself for my family problems and insucurities that i had. I would miss meals and go for walks. The only meals that i would have was super. This meal wasnt very big either and it wasnt even a meal it was sometimes lettuce and if i thought i deserved more i would have half a biscuit.
I started to lose weight. I dropped 2 stones in 1 month. Everyone complimented me in school. I felt beautiful. I was on top of the world. My figure was great. I was skinny but i had curves. I was so happy. I start eating less and tried to lose weight because i thought i would get more compliments. I lost so much weight. From weighing a healthy 8 stones i went down to 5 1/2 stones in just 5 months.
My perants were to busy with there own lives. Mum and dad had split, mum moved away and dad had different girls over everyday. It came to the stage that i was in hospital. I gave up on myself. I tried to fight it but i couldnt. Every time i looked in the mirro i saw a overweight unattractive girl. But when i touched mu legs and belly i felt bones and it was disgusting.
I then decided to move away from home. I lived with my boyfriend and his family. He loved me for who i was. Slowly i started to put on weight. After 3 years i was healthy again. It took along time and so much strength but i made it.