I’ve been starving myself since I was 6 years old. Why? Because no one, not even my own family, liked the way I looked. Everyone called me fat and ugly. I was 6 years old. Iwasn’t even fat in the first place. I weighed 55 pounds, but it’s not like that stopped you all from calling me names. Everyone thinks of a bully as a person at your school who picks on you, calls you names, and slams you into lockers. They never think that their family would be one of them. I’m 16 now and I should have forgotten about the past and moved on, but why can’t I? I’ve never been able to look in the mirror and be satisfied with myself, I can’t eat a meal without crying myself to sleep every night, and I can’t help but wonder when I’ll be good enough. It’s gotten to the point where I take pride in myself whenever someone says I’ve gotten skinnier. I’m only 3 pounds away from being under 100 pounds and I don’t know whether I should be mortified at myself or ecstatic. I just want to be able to like myself, I just want to be okay…