Sunday, December 2, 2007
Eating Disorder
OK in my house, there is a problem because my foster mom and Geo says everyone eats to much and when they say that they make me feel shitty, i wont say NE thing , But i have been doing the same thing I use to I throw up every time i eat, i just feel fat a worthless. So from now on I am not eating at all. If I get sent to the hospital then so be it, that way there is no more complaints about people eating to much and i wont feel so bad. I mean I don't think i eat alot but they make it apparent i do, so i quit!!!
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3 comments:
oh dear! sounds like you had a rough day!
still, it sounds like (from what you've written about them) your foster mom and Geo really deep down want what's best for you...and they'd probably feel pretty terrible if they knew they had hurt you, or said something that made you want to do something that would hurt you.
so...perhaps you should talk with them? tell them how you feel about what they said, and what it makes you feel like doing?
hope you have a much better day tomorrow! = )
Hey now..we've already talked about this, but I figured I would say this here too. You know that we think you do a very good job with your eating habits. You have never been one to sneak food or do anything like that, and I'm sorry if you felt lumped into that group. I have been very proud of you how you have been trying new foods, helping with planning meals, and developed such a more healthy attitude about diet and food choices. Don't stop now. You are doing great, and you know there is a difference between eating regular meals and snacks and eating four boxes of donuts and boullion cubes.
I'm not sure making yourself sick and getting sent to the hospital is the best solution to this problem!
Wanna know something funny? When I was a teenager (probably like 17 or 18 by then) I didn't like telling people about what I was thinking or how I was feeling... but I had these notebooks, and I would write about everything that happened in them. And then the random people I lived with at the time would ask if they could read my notebook, and I would let them, and then they'd find out everything that was bothering me and they'd write back. That was way before anyone invented blogs. I guess I was the world's first blogger!!!!!
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