Riley’s Story
No one has noticed how broken I really am.
-Riley
Hi my name Riley and this is my story. It all started when I hit 6th grade. I realized that I was too skinny, and everybody had commented on it including my family. People would try to get me to eat, but even if I did I would puke it back up after. I didn’t know what was wrong with me (I was always told that being skinny was a good thing), but apparently being too skinny is considered “ugly’’. I soon came to understand that I had anorexia, so I was hugely excited when I gained 2 pounds! I was so proud of myself, especially when my crush asked me out. Little did I know that it was only a dare, so when I said yes everyone started laughing at me. I went home early and dieted for 2 weeks. After that, I had to be hospitalized. I stayed there for a month until I could eat properly again, then when I went back to school …show more content…
6? It wasn’t. I was lying, but my sister told me that it was okay to tell our story so here: It all began when I was born. My twin sister was a healthy baby, but then there’s me. I came out head first, but when I came out they noticed that I was under-weight. I had to go in an incubator for a few days until I was healthy, then I was fine for a while until my “father” started to drink and smoke a lot more. He would always beat us when he was mad, and it made me feel stupid and worthless. When my dad told me I was fat, I felt like I wasn’t good enough so I stopped eating and that’s when the anorexia kicked in. But I kept fighting and here we are now grade six, I knew that if I died my sister would feel the pain and suffering just like I did. I kept my secret from her, until she finally told me she felt the same way and when she did that, my heart just broke for both of us. So, we ended up going to see a counselor together and we hated it because all she kept saying was that we were too young to be depressed, and that we were just
No one has noticed how broken I really am.
-Riley
Hi my name Riley and this is my story. It all started when I hit 6th grade. I realized that I was too skinny, and everybody had commented on it including my family. People would try to get me to eat, but even if I did I would puke it back up after. I didn’t know what was wrong with me (I was always told that being skinny was a good thing), but apparently being too skinny is considered “ugly’’. I soon came to understand that I had anorexia, so I was hugely excited when I gained 2 pounds! I was so proud of myself, especially when my crush asked me out. Little did I know that it was only a dare, so when I said yes everyone started laughing at me. I went home early and dieted for 2 weeks. After that, I had to be hospitalized. I stayed there for a month until I could eat properly again, then when I went back to school …show more content…
6? It wasn’t. I was lying, but my sister told me that it was okay to tell our story so here: It all began when I was born. My twin sister was a healthy baby, but then there’s me. I came out head first, but when I came out they noticed that I was under-weight. I had to go in an incubator for a few days until I was healthy, then I was fine for a while until my “father” started to drink and smoke a lot more. He would always beat us when he was mad, and it made me feel stupid and worthless. When my dad told me I was fat, I felt like I wasn’t good enough so I stopped eating and that’s when the anorexia kicked in. But I kept fighting and here we are now grade six, I knew that if I died my sister would feel the pain and suffering just like I did. I kept my secret from her, until she finally told me she felt the same way and when she did that, my heart just broke for both of us. So, we ended up going to see a counselor together and we hated it because all she kept saying was that we were too young to be depressed, and that we were just