oh god, eight grade....all of middle school was bad, but it got the worst in eight grade. kids dumping my books out of my hands, calling me beached whale, refusing to sit with me anymore at lunch. By the end of that year my lifetime eating disorder had chimed in. I either didnt eat anymore or started throwing it all up.
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