It's All I Think About.
I'm 16. I'm too fat to even be considered anorexic, people think it's a joke. I'm 5'8", and 135. I used to be 124 when I smoked, but I quit. I'm disgusted with myself. I stare at the mirror and cry. I have a wonderful boyfriend, loving family, so I have no reason to be unhappy. I just want to be perfect. I used to be 165, but was put on Concerta for ADD. I lost 40 lbs and loved it. I love losing weight. I want to feel it again. But it's like I don't have support from anybody. I need it. I thrive from it. I don't know what made me think I was fat. I was so happy... so happy.. Ana made me see reality from the dream I was living. And now I just want to wither away. I want motivation. I miss being happy. I want so badly to be happy. So. Badly.
Please, help me be happy. Fat is not happy.
Oh, and my name is Melissa.