Everypony's Mama (draggle)'s status on Friday, 15-Apr-11 04:05:10 UTC
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@angel I was anorexic when I was ten and eleven, in a complex way. My father had just left and my mother stocked up on McDonald's, which I could not eat, so I just did not eat and did not eat at school because people would beat me up every day there trying to, erm, prove to me that I was weak and needed to eat (instead of actually letting me eat). One day, at the place I called my home, I was on the ground from lack of food and too weak to get up and NO ONE CARED. Hours later, I managed to pull myself up by grabbing on to a lamp and a couch. I could still barely move. That was when I decided I better save myself because I knew I would die otherwise.
