I never tough I’d write something here. Well, I’m 17 years old and I’m struggling with body image, eating disorders. My problem are not special or any different from others, and even if I know that my story is going to be nowhere to find in a million of similar ones, but I still wanted to say it. Ive been fat my whole life, and I’m still big. It affects my everyday interactions and so many other aspects such as my wardrobe and my relationship with food. I know it’s bad, but I always wish I was anorexic. Not eating. This sounds like paradise. But no, I’m addicted to making myself throw up. I’m the biggest in my friend group, and seeing my healthy weight friends enjoy their life makes me incredibly jealous. So jealous that I’ve lost friends because of my jealousy. Every night I blame my fat, all over my body. It just hurt so much. I started to self harm on my stomach because my mom wont see them. It hurts because no boy’s ever said “you’re so pretty”. Is it too much to ask,To be loved?