Everyone who has anorexia always say that their childhood started great, always happy. Well, I guess that mine was the same way until I got to middle school.
As soon as I got to middle school, I was bullied severely. So bad that I was told to go and kill myself and got death threats all the time. And every day I was scared to school. That’s when my body image became really poor, but I didn’t really pay much attention to the little voice in my head.
Freshman year came, and the voice got much louder, and I started to try to take care of myself and try to lose the fat I had from eating so much in middle school. I was still bullied but it wasn’t as bad. Sophomore year came, and I became really sick and still am, but managing.