Years ago I became ill with Anorexia and Bulimia, it was the worst years of my life. Almost four years ago that made me lost friends, days, and almost it costed me my life. I fainted while i was alone and had no one to help me, it was a heart faillure and i just got stronger after that.
Days ago i receive a mail from a girl asking me to help her to be anorexic, and then was the moment i decided that i have to do something, and that something is write here, being here if you need to talk and sharing my own experience so people can learn from my mistakes.

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To cut or not to

When i was reaching the point that everything was stressing me out, that i thought i was still fat even when my weight was low than required for my height I decided i had to be sever with myself coz i wasn´t accomplishing my goals…

I held a razor to my wrists… and i was having this deep shit conversation, did I or didn´t I got something… did i get at least 4 chances to represent college, family, friends? no then i had to cut myself… did i get to lose five pounds a week? yes then i wouldn´t cut myself… did i get better grades than the rest? no, well then i had to punish myself… did i get to be the school president? yes, well that was big so not to cut… but then I saw my own reflection on the mirror, going from happy to distraught in matter of seconds… was all that shit that important to make me held a razor?

I decided NO!! IT WAS NOT AND IT WON´T EVER BE… Threw the razor, cure myself and went out to face the world… went out and pushed myself to the next worst level…

What was next?…