It always started out like this. My mother and I were always arguing about what we are going to do about my problem.
"Mom, it's my body and I can do whatever I want to!" I yelled at her.
"But honey, look at you. You are so sick and you don't even notice it." She said.
"I'm not sick O.K. Why can't you get it through your head!" I lied. I knew I was sick and I just didn't want to accept the fact I need help. I have anorexia that has made me so sick I had to be hospitalized for a week because I was so malnourished. But I loved the way I look. The way my stomach concaves in, the way my hips that jut out of my jeans, and I love the way that I can see my ribs popping out of my shirt. Sometimes, though it disgusts me. I would cry all night and So would my mom.
"I'm so sorry Axel but this is for your own good. Tomorrow you are going to Rehabilitation to get the help you need.
"For MY own good, Mom, you just don't understand anything do you. I don't have a problem and I don't need any help!" I yelled at her.
" Axel, enough of this, pack up your things tonight!" I can tell I was making her angry. I know she's doing this for my own good but I don't need any help. I have everything under control.
"I hate you so much!" I said out in frustration.
"Can't you just see that I'm just trying to help you. I don't want to see you die. I love you so very much and it pains me to see you like this." She was starting to cry. It hurt me to see her like this. Ever since my father died she has always been like this. I here her cry at night, shouting his name over and over again in sorrow.
"Mom, please don't cry. I will go but just please stop crying." I knelt down to her and held her against my chest. She puts her head on my bony shoulder just crying as hard as she can. I just feel so bad for her. She had to go through so much.
"Oh, Axel, honey, I know you just said it to make me stop crying but please promise me, you will get better." Her lip was trembling and her body was shaking up against me.
" Yes Mom, I promise you." I hugged her tighter.
" Now, please pack up your things." She quivered. I let go of her and went to my room to pack up my things.
Whoo! My first . I don't think its good. But hey at least I tried.
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