The world is dark and it doesn't truly understand me. I grew up in a small town named DearAnt, with my two brothers, step dad and my mom. I was the middle child witch ment I was the one with the most flaws, I could do nothing right. I was the mistake, I was the out cast, the never wanted, the useless one. How could anyone love me,
"Tway!" My mother yelled from the other room.
"Coming mom!" I yelled back, then did whatever she wanted. I hate this place I hated being stuck here but what could I do. After all I was only 13 but men I wished for a new life, a new body, a new family. Every day I lowered the intake of food no one noticed, I stopped eating breakfast and lunch. When it came to super I took as little as I could. One day my parents left for their Anniversary, so me and brothers were left alone. My oldest brother worked most days so he wasn't home for super. As for my younger brother he stayed in his room all night and all day. Therefore I starved myself, my brothers went to pick my parents up from the airport. When they came home the bath tub was running and there was blood next to the bathroom door. My mother came in rushing, they found me unconscious next to the bathtub. I was preparing to take a bath before I passed out from malnourishment. My parents rushed me to the hospital, finally they all found out I had anorexic. If we only new my pain was deep then that, I mean how could we know what life had in store for me. I got mechanically help for my anorexic,
"So, Tway why do you think you have anorexic?" Dr. Tiffany asked, I hated that question and I always answered the same way.
"I don't know that's why I'm here genius." As I answered her question, she let out a sigh.
"You know I can't help you unless you let me." I rolled my eyes at her I hated these therapy sessions they didn't help at all.
"I really don't know if I did I would tell you but I can't, sorry doc." I said sadly looking at the floor. Back then I had know idea why I had anorexic or how to fix it. My friends and family were so worried about me, but they couldn't help, nothing could help. Until one day I stumbled on this book called The Difference Between Anorexic and Dysphoria.
