Guys can have it too. I just wish people knew that.

<p>I’m sick of starving myself. I’m sick of the hunger pangs that beat my body to a pulp. I’m sick of myself. I miss my family, I miss my friends. But I can’t see them. Why must their activities centre around food?? I’m sick of feeling tired. My hair is falling out. How much longer can I pretend everything’s okay. The more weight I lose, the fatter I feel. The fatter I am. Everyday is excruciating. I want to know how people can eat and still smile and laugh. I have no energy to smile and laugh. I can’t even remember that last real meal I had. A year ago? It feels more like a million. I want this to end. But I can’t. It won’t let me. It. That thing. That horrible, monstrous thing that is always there. GO AWAYY…no…please stay. I need you. You’re all I have.</p>

<p>I head off for college this fall and I know it’s just going to get worse. I’m so scared.</p>

<p>I know this is violating the don’t comment on other posts rule, but sayitain’tso3, it doesn’t have to get worse. There is good, supportive, effective help available and I hope and pray you will break out of the isolation of your suffering and find someone who will work with you so you can own and enjoy your life again. Guys can have it, and guys can get help and together get past the thing. Just one voice from cyberspace, but I’m sure many are pulling for you.</p>

<p>count me in that chorus sayitaintso3, your post concerns me and I care.</p>