Thanksgiving.
My uncle just had surgery and couldn’t go anywhere for the holiday, so they invited my family over for an after party almost. Upon our arrival we saw that there were some people there (I don’t really know who they were) that were playing cards and drinking large portions of alcohol.
Now most of you are probably thinking where this is going: I had alcohol.
WRONG.
My parents are really hard to sway when it comes to convincing them to let me have a sip. I ended up getting some dessert they had: chocolate cake.
Now, one of the girls there was coming in and out of the bathroom, puking. I had assumed it was the drunkenness. But that was until she started eating a bunch of food and then going into the bathroom: signs of bulimia.
As I got up to get something to drink, I think it was water or something, and the one guy there asked me how much I weighed for some reason, and guessed 98lbs. I responded with the correct answer of 99.
Just a quick FYI: I’m not anorexic. I have a high metabolism. I really love food. I own a shirt that says “I ❤ Bacon.” I love food, and you can’t say I don’t eat. I do. I just don’t look it.
I sat back down at the table and was about to start eating my half-eaten cake again when the girl picked up the fork I had used and just scarfed down the cake. It made me a little sad, because guess where that cake went? That’s right, right back up and into the toilet. I think I really upset her by answering the question, and sometimes I feel bad when I’m telling the story. I’m sorry, drunken woman!
And also, don’t starve yourself or binge eat. That’s bad. If you have these problems, go talk to someone, because chances are you’re going to die if you don’t stop. You’re beautiful the way you are, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. And I’m not saying only girls do this, because I’m sure guys do this as well.
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