I am a bulimic.
I grew up fat..not just fat, huge..a big fat blimp that no one wanted to be friends with. When I graduated high school, I was 350 pounds.
I lost 200 of those pounds..with the help of bulimia. I am now 40 and still am bulimic. I barfed three times today..twice at work.
I have tried to get help for this. Everyone I have talked to insists that I have been sexually abused. No..I just ate like a pig because I had no love or attention from my parents so I turned to food to fulfill what I was lacking in life.
How does one get over this? I am not hungry but I look to food for comfort. I have no "comfort" anywhere. I am completely alone in everything.
Frankly, I am surprised that I am not dead from this. I wish I were. There is not a god damned thing wrong with me. Even my teeth are intact. I have been bulimic for 22 years. Why aren't I dead? I really want to be.
I grew up fat..not just fat, huge..a big fat blimp that no one wanted to be friends with. When I graduated high school, I was 350 pounds.
I lost 200 of those pounds..with the help of bulimia. I am now 40 and still am bulimic. I barfed three times today..twice at work.
I have tried to get help for this. Everyone I have talked to insists that I have been sexually abused. No..I just ate like a pig because I had no love or attention from my parents so I turned to food to fulfill what I was lacking in life.
How does one get over this? I am not hungry but I look to food for comfort. I have no "comfort" anywhere. I am completely alone in everything.
Frankly, I am surprised that I am not dead from this. I wish I were. There is not a god damned thing wrong with me. Even my teeth are intact. I have been bulimic for 22 years. Why aren't I dead? I really want to be.
s* Lost. I don't want to see anyone turn out like me.