I know this is utterly and truly needy, but I’m a recovering anorexic, and I feel really horrible about myself. Really, really horrible. I really just want to cut all my fat out with a knife. I just need some sort of reassurance that I’m not some big fat ugly monster, because that’s what I feel like I am. I feel useless, like it’d be better without me. My dad could go abroad for work, we could move house and he could get a consultant job, my mum could start working again, and they’d both be a lot less stressful. Nobody tells me that I’m not a bad person. In fact, I was raised to believe I was a bad person. Every time I did something wrong, I’d get told, ‘you’re a horrible daughter, I don’t know how you went wrong like this’. Even when I couldn’t grasp a math concept, that’s what I would be told. So for once, I just need some love.