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Anonymous
Oh man, bulimia sucks really bad.
A few years ago, I was doing some hardcore fat loss. I ate significantly less (though, not under the amount I should, just significantly less than what I used to eat), and I'd spend like 2 hours straight just running. I had lost so much weight, and my parents were worried and kept annoying me about it. I was annoyed myself that they didn't want me to get healthy...
Anyway, so we go as a family as guests to another family that we were friends of. It was after dinner when we were talking, and I got some fruit salad to eat. I wasn't even paying attention to what I was eating, and after eating a good amount, I see the mother of the family making a new bowl, and I saw she was cutting up kiwis as well. I freak out, since I'm really allergic to them. My stomach starts to feel like it's spinning, sort of like diarehha, but a lot worse. I run to the bathroom and close the door, and just start vomitting, bringing out pretty much my whole dinner.
So... One of the family's kids doesn't even fucking knock and opens the door. He starts yelling shit like "ewwww!" and makes a huge fucking scene, and my parents come up. The first thing on their mind? Bulimia. They don't say anything until after we leave, when they start putting all this shit up. I told them that it was the kiwis, though neither of them even ate or saw the fruit salad. They think that I'm just in denial, so they make me get therapy... Long story short, therapist doesn't believe me when I tell him the truth, calls for many more therapy sessions, I get angry as hell and punch him, get arrested for assault, bail set at like $2500... So, I go to court, I get charged for assault, and spend months in anger management.
Worst two years of my damn life. All wasted...
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