Diary of a Disordered

Allan told me I was perfect and didn't need to lose weight. Cody said I'm sexy. David said I'm gorgeous. Roman said I was cute. Caitlin and Emily like my hair. My friends at lunch say I'm skinny. Brook said I was strong and that I'm pretty. Yet I feel like everyone is lying to me. I know that I'm getting all these compliments bet I feel like such a fat, gross, weak, pathetic, mess.

I binged 3 times today, but I don't feel bad about it because I purged. I don't feel so empty emotionally. I don't feel cold and tired emotionally. This shouldn't make me feel better, but it does.