What is my will to live?

by Morgan
(Us, new jersey)

Hi my name is Morgan

Im a freshman in high school and this is my story... It started in 7th grade when I was called fat by one of my peers... That's when annorexia took over my life. I wouldn't eat for days and weeks, when the pain in my stomach was really bad I would grab scissors and make it a point to cut my self so my mind would not focus on my hunger and more on my scars... I got better after a while, because after I began running at a track meet I passed ou at he finish line. The school took me to the hospital and told me I had to start eating again or they will put me in the psychiatric ward. I began eating but I still cut I would wear jackets and bracelets to hide them because on the outside I was as happy as the next girl but my scars said different... My teacher knowticed and told my parents and they yelled at me and said I was disgusting and called me the reject of the family. They took away all of my braceletts. I then began to cut my self on my a ankle stomach and hip... Soon enough my parents bought me a watch bc they thought I was done but I wasn't I still every day for made fun of for who I was... So I got clever I marked were the bracelet fell and cut there nobody noticed. I did that all the way up untill this year when I got rid of the braceletts and got scissors and cut the most I have ever cut so dangerously deep others just enough to bleed. That next day the boy I liked asked me out bc he showed me his cutts and told me that were not alone anymore.... Although I still have to fight the urge to cut Its easier to forget about it when im with him... :)