When I was 14, I entered the world of self harm and anorexia. I was harming myself every day, until my whole body was covered in cuts. I lived in a hot country and it was boiling, and I had to wear a jumper and trousers to school to cover them up. I’d been depressed since I was much younger - I had tried to kill myself when I was 9, but it was worse now.

I would eat a bowl of fruit a day consisting of half an apple, some blueberries and grapes. My elder sister picked up on it, but I had no relationship with her so we had nothing to say about it. After coming home from suicide attempt #3, (this was when my parents found out about my self harm and depression, and they made my life even worse by amping up the hate factor) my sister announced that she thought I was anorexic.She used it as a derogatory term, as an insult as opposed to a condition.

My dad burst out laughing - saying I was too fat to be anorexic and it might be a good thing if I considered it because I was really hideous to look at. Both my parents are overweight. I have spent my whole life being sniggered at and being called overweight. I know i’m fat, currently at the age of 16 I am 5'6.5" and 158 pounds. If I go to the gym, people literally laugh me out of it. If I try to eat healthy, everyone makes comments. I could be craving a fucking salad, and I would be laughed at; “look at the fat girl trying to be skinny”.

I’m surrounded by skinny people who constantly complain about not being to put on weight. They look at me, annoyance all over their slim faces and rant about how I’m lucky, I can lose weight and shape my body how I want. Obviously, every single fat person chooses to be fat and if we don’t loose weight because we’re fat fucks and it’ll have nothing to do with medically not being able to lose weight or otherwise. You’re never just a skinny person, but you are always just a fat one.

