Diary 1993. Extract 1.

January 1 1993.

Dear D,
Mum knows.
Mum confronted me about my eating. She asked me if I was bulimic. I said yes.
I said that I’d give up.

Mum said that it was as bad as me having cancer. She said that my hair would fall out and that I would get pregnant. She said that I should have more sense.

She’s right. I should have more sense. But the thing is that I really don’t want to stop.
I’m not thin yet. I actually think that I might be doing it wrong.

Happy New Year.
Mum tried to make herself sick using her fingers.
X