I'm sitting here, in this room, quietly going crazy. My inner turmoil stirring things up inside my head.
The outline is; I am a size six, BMI: 18.4- in the underweight category and I still think I am on the large side. Do I have Dysmorphia? Or is it just all those size zeros models making me think this?
I catch myself planning to live of fags and diet coke. Catch myself thinking about bulimia and diets. I look at the fashion magazines and all the ribs sticking out of the fantastic clothes and wonder if I'm just caught up in a world where size two is fat and eating more than a cube of cheese a day is sinful.
I don't want to belong to the religion of anorexia. I don't want to be a slave to a diet. I don't want to look in a mirror and see what no-one else sees, a fat, spotty blob.
I know I shouldn't be thinking theses thoughts and I'm perfect the way I am but with so much pressure on young girls these days to be thin, pretty and famous, I wonder how many other girls are feeling just like me.