Cleaning Out My Closet.

A couple years back when Curly was in the reformatory, I used to hang around with Tim and his friends. Not gonna lie, they were not my number one choice of people to chill with, but when you're thirteen you'll do what you can to fit in. Anyway, Tim's friends that were girls would always talk about how they wanted to go on diets and stuff to lose weight. Well considering we wern't the wealthiest people in the world I tried to lose weight the fastest way I could. I stopped eating. I began to change in size. I was so proud of myself because then I thought "they will defitnetly accept me now" but I was so wrong. My clothes hung off of me and I got constant migraines so I was always in a terrible mood. One day Tim and his friend Caroline (one of his friends who I was particularly close to) confronted me about my issue. I denied it at first but finally I gave up and broke down sobbing, they must've held me for at least an hour. It took a while to recover but I'm proud to say I have not starved myself in four years. (: