Personal Narrative-Skipping Meals

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As I stand in front of the mirror, I start to cry in anger. Purging. Dieting. Working Out. Skipping Meals. Nothing seemed to get rid of my fat. This thick layer of unwanted fat. I just wanted to get my scissors and cut it off. It was disturbing to see and I wasn’t the only one who saw it. The way people looked at me was demeaning. Their eyes gleamed mean with faces of disgust. My problem (being fat) started who knows when, but I did start to realize how fat I was in middle school. I had a lot of friends and we all got along well, until we had gym. That one semester virtually killed me. It was seventh grade. We would all change in the locker room. On the first day, the students made fun of all the guys on how they were chubby. I was made fun of too but I didn’t genuinely care, it was just plain fun. That’s when the fat jokes started. Day after day I was ridiculed and belittled a lot. I didn’t feel good in my own skin; I didn’t feel at peace anymore. …show more content…

I started lots of diets, working out, and skipping meals. I would drink only non-fat liquids all day (mostly water). I would get very hungry, but I didn’t eat. That whole semester was all about getting skinny. I would weigh myself every day and look in the mirror continuously. My behavior changed a lot. I would binge eat in anger and then vomit it all later. I was very irascible. No one wanted to be my friend for being fat and cruel. I was worried and struggled a lot with my weight loss. I saw an immense academic downfall in my studies. That’s when I noticed this wasn’t good for

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