The transition of coming back to school was tough. I felt like I did not fit in because of what I had gone through in the past. I developed Bulimia my first day of freshmen year. I believed that if I fit in physically with my student body, it would make up for the insecurity I felt inside. The first time I did it was about how other people saw me. The times I did it after were about how I saw myself. I sought control in my bulimia. My freshmen year, I established a facade that everything I was doing was right. The day before my sophomore year, my mom caught me. She did not understand what I was doing. When I finally told her, my facade came down with the flow of the tears I had been holding onto for a year. Telling my mom made my bulimia reality. My sophomore and…show more content… Many girls around me, looked up to me. I felt like I was letting them down. I told my dad one day. My dad, a man suffering from alcohol addiction, understood me completely and not at all. It was true addiction was hard to break, but unlike my dad, I acknowledged I had a problem. I made a promise with my dad, that if he would see someone about his alcohol addiction, I would see someone about my eating disorder. When I started counseling, I no longer felt like I was going through my eating disorder alone. I began to find the strength I needed to overcome my eating disorder. During the summer before my senior year, my friend confided in me that she had not eaten in two weeks. As we shared our stories, we realized that we could help get through this together. My strength grew as my friend believed in me to be the light at the end of the eating disorder. As more and more girls come to me to talk about their eating disorder, my strength is transfused through them, as their's is to me. Although bulimia has left scars that will never heal I would never change what I had gone through because my experience has helped countless girls overcome their eating
