Ongoing Battle
Looking back, I don't think there's an exact day or moment when I came to a realization of what exactly was happening. There was a number of small incidents that led up to the big reveal and when others actually took notice. It's a constant battle that I have with myself that started in middle school when I was bullied with the way I looked. I just wanted to fit in, to be normal, to be accepted and have friends. I wanted to do that and guess that meant harming myself in order to achieve that. Looking back, I don't think there was an exact date as to when all this started. Each day, I would slowly skip certain meals, not enough that people would notice my intentions, but enough to satisfy the need that what I was doing was helping me achieve my goal. Fast forward to high school, add on large amounts of homework, stress, family issues, minus the food, add the gym and you've got a bad problem. Trying to take care of others meant that I forgot about myself. Gra...