The Domiciles Project



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I was vomiting in the toilet over, I thinking I was disappointed about my body. I want to have a body that looks skinny like Barbie. In my head, I think Barbie’s body is perfection. I think I need to make myself sick just to look “perfect”.
There’s ways for me to get help & be happy again. I have a lot of people who will help and support me for my eating disorder. I can ask my friends, parents, or family members for help and they'll be happy to help me. Everyone will make sure I eat, they’ll call me beautiful, and make sure i don’t make myself vomit after every meal I eat. They’ll also throw away all the Barbie dolls to get that Barbie body image out of my head.
If I ask for help, I can start learning how to love my body and myself more, change the way I think of my body and won't think I need a Barbie body image to be perfect.
I refuse to ask for help or even get help. I won't even talk about my problems to anyone because I want to keep everything to myself and think I’ll annoy people about my problems. I don’t want any help from anyone. I think I'm perfectly fine vomiting every single thing I eat or not eating at all. While I’m in the bathroom vomiting, I look in the mirror with disappointment, ashamed, and I hate my body so much. I hate my body more every time I look in the mirror. I see a whole completely different person in the mirror, but not the person I’m happy with. I won't stop this eating disorder until I love and think my body is a skinny Barbie body image. “Perfection” to me till I'm a size zero in pants.

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