Tag Archives: Bulimia

Memories of an Eating Disordered Teen *ED Triggering*

On Tuesday night I went to spend the night with my friend Kim, and we got talking about Bulimia, and I suddenly remembered that at one time when my eating was bad, I had kept a livejournal, and after a little searching, I managed to find it. After reading through it, I can identify how […]

Systems are down

This morning is a little frustrating as all the computer systems are down at work so we are sitting and twiddling our thumbs until the I.T. company arrive and fix them for us. Sunday night wasn’t such a great night. After a reasonable day on Sunday, I suddenly found myself with quite strong urges to […]


Fugly = Fucking. Ugly. (Yes that’s me). I am having a very bad night. Every time I look in the mirror I see this disgusting person looking back at me. FAT FAT FAT. Rolls of it, everywhere. Why can’t I stop eating???? Because I am weak. I’ve known this all along. Anorexia the god, bulimia […]


I feel so upset. I binged and purged again tonight. My body hurts, I’ve cried too much (purging always makes me upset). I still feel disgusting, fat, ugly. I took both dogs for a walk and the little one was screaming and jumping about because she is on box rest after her operation. It really […]

The lengths we go to.

After reading a post on Lexi’s blog about how bulimia is disgusting, and dirty, rather than beautiful and strong, I was reminded of one of the worst experiences I had with the disorder. I am sharing this in order to show those people, currently thinking that bulimia is an easy way to lose weight (you […]

I wish I were a glow worm

I wish I were a glow worm, a glow worms’ never glum. How can you be upset when the sun shines out yer’ bum? I don’t know why, but I’m feeling pretty sad right now. Not unsafe, just sad. I should be on top of the world. Over the last few days, I have been […]

Eating Disorders

So for a while after the overdose, everything seemed to be running smoothly, I had gone back to school after the holidays, I had ‘turned over a new leaf’, and despite the scarring on my arm, I appeared relatively stable. I was going through a period of no self harm (that I can remember anyway) […]