Life's Hard, No Need To Make It Harder.
People Go Through So Much So I Want To Try And Make A Change.
This Chapter is fictional but people actually DO go through stuff like this, help me make a change, I sorry if its heaps confronting for some people
"Ew, look at her she's so fat!" They all laughed. I goo through this daily, I hate the way I look, Ive tried to change I just cant, do people think I like they way I look?
I used to be a perfectly healthy girl, but when my friend passed away, I found no reason to live, so I eat to take away the hole in my heart. But, I find it doesnt help.
I walked past the group of Jocks. One of them pushed me into the wall.
"Fatty!" They laughed, I walked away as fast as I could trying to keep the tears away.
I went through this everyday, just a normal day in my life.
When I got home, it wasnt much better.
My sister was beautiful and my parents always compared me to her.
"Sarah, why arent you as pretty as Aimee?" They would say.
"Im me." I would reply.
"But Aimee is what you should aim to be like." They say. They never supported anything I did.
That was they day I decided to do something... something about my weight. I was sick of being called fat- sick of being compared to everyone else.
My parents never realised I hardly ate, and when I did eat- I was always in the bathroom for a while after, maybe if someone had seen the signs, it would have been easier on me, maybe if someone had told me I was beautiful, but it seemed too late.
People still called me fat, although in a matter of three months I had went from 182 pounds to 132 pounds, noone cared how much weight I had lost, I was still never good enough. When I looked in the mirror I still felt horrible, I couldnt sleep at night, because of the pain in my stomach, I had bags under my eyes.
That day if I could change it I would have, I was rushed to the hospital because I had passed out because a lack of food. For months on end, I had to learn to eat properly, at the hospital I had lost more weight over the months, refusing to eat. Now only weighing 94 Pounds, I knew my life was on the line, I was so fragile. I knew it was my own fault. For being fat, not looking good enough.
Learning to accept I am fine the way I am, is hard.
I still hate the way I look, everyone still laughs at me for being Bullimic.
In today's society, nobody can win.
If people realise the signs earlier, I would be healthy.
Although I may not have been skinny, I wasnt fat, I was me. I am beautiful, we all are beautiful. People need to realise this.
"Ew, look at her she's so fat!" They all laughed. I goo through this daily, I hate the way I look, Ive tried to change I just cant, do people think I like they way I look?
I used to be a perfectly healthy girl, but when my friend passed away, I found no reason to live, so I eat to take away the hole in my heart. But, I find it doesnt help.
I walked past the group of Jocks. One of them pushed me into the wall.
"Fatty!" They laughed, I walked away as fast as I could trying to keep the tears away.
I went through this everyday, just a normal day in my life.
When I got home, it wasnt much better.
My sister was beautiful and my parents always compared me to her.
"Sarah, why arent you as pretty as Aimee?" They would say.
"Im me." I would reply.
"But Aimee is what you should aim to be like." They say. They never supported anything I did.
That was they day I decided to do something... something about my weight. I was sick of being called fat- sick of being compared to everyone else.
My parents never realised I hardly ate, and when I did eat- I was always in the bathroom for a while after, maybe if someone had seen the signs, it would have been easier on me, maybe if someone had told me I was beautiful, but it seemed too late.
People still called me fat, although in a matter of three months I had went from 182 pounds to 132 pounds, noone cared how much weight I had lost, I was still never good enough. When I looked in the mirror I still felt horrible, I couldnt sleep at night, because of the pain in my stomach, I had bags under my eyes.
That day if I could change it I would have, I was rushed to the hospital because I had passed out because a lack of food. For months on end, I had to learn to eat properly, at the hospital I had lost more weight over the months, refusing to eat. Now only weighing 94 Pounds, I knew my life was on the line, I was so fragile. I knew it was my own fault. For being fat, not looking good enough.
Learning to accept I am fine the way I am, is hard.
I still hate the way I look, everyone still laughs at me for being Bullimic.
In today's society, nobody can win.
If people realise the signs earlier, I would be healthy.
Although I may not have been skinny, I wasnt fat, I was me. I am beautiful, we all are beautiful. People need to realise this.
5 Comments
That was amazing. I went through something extremely similar to this (anorexia and bulimia) and I've overcame it. People need to realize how common eating disorders and bullying actually are and that it has a negative impact on the victims lives. I raise my glass to you for making this, for all the people suffering in the dark.
Nice Job!!!!! :)
This was beautiful.
And so very, very true.
that story on chapter two was amazing and sweet and so true and the first one was really sad
that story on chapter two was amazing and sweet and so true and the first one was really sad