It all strated when my mom and dad broke up. Than was when I was born. My dad has always called me fat since I was in 4th grade, and its kind of hard when you are suppose to me your daddys little angel and he thinks that you are fat. Then when I started High school, that was when he started tellin me I was a *****. That was when I stopped visiting him. I lived with my mom, and I was always depressed, and I serisously ate my feelings away. It was the worst. I would eat sooo much. Then one night I noticed that I really did get fat, and that my dad was right. My mom was never home much, and I am that party girl. So while in my stage of depression, I decided to try and kill myself. I went to a psycho hospital, and when they went to release me, my mom was no were to be found. I was put in a recieving home. Then into a foster home. It sucks. I felt that if I was skinny, my dad would want me. So a month ago I started being bulimic. And hoping that one day my mom will come to me and tell me how sorry she is for abbandoning me.