Anonymous
Currently at work and my dad just said that he’s going to feed me steamed chicken and vegetables (I’m okay with that, but that’s not really the issue). I have an eating disorder (BED) and since I can’t control my emotions well. I will go to food as a last resort. My parents are horrible at understanding my emotional situations so that is primary reason why. Today I told my dad I wasn’t hungry because I ate too much for breakfast, which is a lie since I was still hungry. I just didn’t want to eat lunch because I felt horrible today and experienced severe body dysmorphia so I didn’t want to eat. I tried telling him that be instead he started to lash out at me and I started to cry for the third time. It’s also finals season, which is putting more pressure on me. I just hate being fat and pre-diabetic. I struggle with motivation because I am always at work as a teenager helping out, and im really trying my best. Really. I just wish my dad saw that but all he sees is a fat nobody. :(
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