My father was planning a trip for 5-6 days today and all I could think about was how am I going to eat and where am I going to purge. What if they found out? We were packing and I had to see what all fit me, now I have lost some weight and honestly it’s visible, but it’s not enough. my mom was so disappointed that I was not fitting into my clothes much like at my higher weight when they didn’t fit but because they had gotten tighter. She asked me if I was taking any pills, I know they are onto me but I don’t wanna stop because it’s better then how I was. That fat girl in me scares me. I like the feeling of hunger, my visible ribs and the compliments. It’s just make it seem worth it even though I know it’s wrong, know what I mean? And I feel like once I reach my target weight I’ll stop.
I hope so I’m just scared because I know as soon as I’m back the first thing I’ll do is check my weight and that scares me
