Introductory
Hey.
I wish I could say it’s nice to be back. It’s really not.
Truth is I don’t want this. I never did. I didn’t want this when I started sucking in my stomach in fifth grade. I didn’t want this when I started a harmless “diet” by the age of 13. But here I am. 21 years old and still in the endless cycle. I wonder if it’s similar to an abusive relationship in which it takes an average of 7 tries to leave for good.
I don’t remember the first time I skipped a meal.
I don’t remember the first time I purged.
I don’t remember the first time I hit a goal weight.
I was too young when this started to remember. It’s been too long.
I just had a baby. I hadn’t slipped up my entire pregnancy. I gained a lot of weight, but I kept telling myself it was for the baby.
Now she’s here and for a while I thought “I’m strong enough.”
I’m not strong enough. If that were true I wouldn’t be writing this. I wouldn’t be getting sucked back into this hell of a cycle for the fifth fucking time in 8 years. I know the harm this will cause to my body but I DON’T CARE because I need the fucking control.
I don’t want this. But here I am, so I might as well say hello.















