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I am one messed up kid, you know?
I'm seriously thinking about growing some testicles and asking the mom unit for therapy. Making the leap, you know? The water's not so bad once you're in.
But that would mean telling her about the eating disorder, and I'm terrified to do that. There's still a huge part of me that just says
no, Sarah, you can beat this all by yourself. But it's still such a struggle, every day, not to run straight to the bathroom after I eat something... every calorie that I consume still goes on that little scale in my head. I look in the mirror and I still hear the chorus of Fat, Fat, Pimple, Ugly, Not Good Enough.
But I've been eating normally for, what, three weeks now? With dietary supplements. And pretty healthful food.
I feel like an AA member.
One step at a time, man... One day at a time.x
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