Just Averge Emo Trash

However, now things are different. I am in a relationship with a man I love dearly. I’ve known him for six years and after friendzoning him for so long, I finally saw him and fell for him. He’s the man I am going to marry.

The other day, I had a bad relapse. I forced myself to throw up at work. I was so disappointed in myself. My recovery had been going well. I’ve gained weight and I’m eating more but even though I know I’m doing well, I hate it. I hate my body. I hate my weight.

When I got home to my boyfriend, I broke down and admitted to what I had done. He held me and listened to me y’all. He didn’t get mad at me, although he was sad. We talked while he held me and honestly, I felt a little better.

I’ve struggled with an eating disorder since the age of 12. I’m almost 22 and throughout all the time, I’ve always had issues with it. Anorexia and bullemia have always been part of my life but recently, I finally reached out to friends and people I trust to get help.

I left a toxic relationship. I left my toxic family and moved in with friends that I love. I admitted to having a problem. Slowly but surely, I started eating healthier meals and I try not to purge as much. I’m now in a relationship with someone who supports me dearly and loves me for me.