Just talking about this makes me want to cry. Well, I'm 11, and very, very, skinny. For the past couple of years people have started to call me names. They would laugh at me. Call me anorexic, or even say I don't eat at all. I want to just curl up and die sometimes. There are other people who would stick up for me, but there is really nothing they can do about it. I consult teachers, but they don't do anything. I've even tried the principal. It's useless.
An old friend of mine really did have an eating disorder. She was very sick and one day I told my parents about her. My parents phoned them, and they took her to a counciler. She did get better, but the thought of her in the hospital would just kill me. My arms are the real problem. I work out to make they strong, but nothing works. I can feel my bone through. It makes me very frustrated, but I'm not going to stop trying. My legs are fine, they are the most muscled legs out of the girls in my class, but my torso shows my ribs-alot.
But lets face it. I'm not fat, I'm not anorexic, and I don't have an eating disorder.
And that makes me happy. No matter what they call out at me.
And I will have people who understand me. Love me, even. And that makes me the happiest person alive.....
And... maybe... just maybe... if they took the time to talk to me. They would understand me, too. Maybe if they just looked back at my friend's sickly face in the hospital, they would never.
ever... call someone like that again.