My Memory Of It
I remember when I was anoxeric. I was actually in the seventh grade when it happened. I realized that I was borderline overweight just when summer came. I started riding my bike almost six hours a day in the hot sun without any water in the beginning. Then I would do aerobics in my basements until I was too tired to conitnue. I would shiver in my room all the time and I was almost too weak to walk sometimes. Even after losing almost thirty pounds I still felt disgusting to the point where I just wanted someone to kill me and put me out of my misery. I cried almost everytime I looked in the mirror. Even my friends called my parents to figure out what had happened to me over those few months. It was hands down the worst summer of my life. Even now, I still sometimes wish that I could just get thinner and thinner until I disappear.