Words Do Hurt

I’ve been trying to be so good lately.  I haven’t made myself throw up in like three weeks.  I’ve been eating two meals a day.  I’ve been feeling happy.

A friend of mine called me fat tonight.  It fucking stabbed me in the stomach and made me want to curl up under a rock.

I’ve been happy with myself for the most part., but tonight just made me come crashing down again.  Even if I’m happy, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m disgusting.

I tried to puke, but there was nothing in my stomach. 

No matter what people say, it does matter what other people think of you.  If one person had the guts to say that to me, then many others must be thinking it.