Thin

So ironically I almost slipped fully back into my eating disorder. I say ironically because I have an appointment with an eating disorder therapist tomorrow. I wish food and weight weren't a problem for me. I honestly don't know why I became bulimic in the first place. It started before my uncle, so obviously it's not because of that, although it could be why it continued. It could be because I was always the skinny one who could eat anything and gain nothing, until puberty hit. I know I learned it because I ate too many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that my stomach hurt and a neighbor told me to stick my fingers down my throat. I don't know anymore. I wish I could remember things that are important like that, but no I only remember the bad that happened to me. I don't remember the fun I had with friends, I don't remember the good times in my life. I remember what my uncle did to me. Then when I got off my medications I started remembering things, some were more bad things, some were just random, most I still don't remember. It's frustrating...


On a better note, my rash is practically gone! Yay!!!


Tomorrow I have work, then therapy, then nothing, then Rikki's party! Sunday I have work, then some shopping, then visiting my dad at some point.


~Peaches