So your probably guessing my biggest mistake of my life was me discovering bulimia well your wrong. It was actually telling someone i had bulimia.
It was on my mind everyday. I needed to tell someone but who. So i wrote all my feeling and thoughts and what happend in a diary. But one day my sister finds the diary. She went to me "i can't believe what you did ? " i knew what she was talking about but i said " what you talking about Amy ?" my sister said " you could of killed yourself" and bursted into tears. I asked my sister not to tell my mum and she didn't. But one day on my msn it said maybe it happend for a reason maybe she was meant to find it. My best mate asked what does this mean and i told her. And later that night my mum found out as well.
The next morning i had my best mate had a massive row with me. And she said we will get through this together but after school just ignores me. We will totally get through this more like NEVER.
I knew my mum was dissapointed in me. I just knew it. I tried to hug her but she wouldn't hug me back. Great so i come clean and this is what i get.
The point is i'm not saying that it may be like this when you tell someone you might get the total opposite. Feeling loved.
So in away i wish i didn't tell.