I managed to keep up this routine for an entire month but sadly everything that I worked hard for was put to waste the day I ate every single biscuit, chocolate and every sweet thing in the house, which trust me, was a lot!

I was so ashamed of it but it really wasn't my fault! When I came home from school, no one was there and I was about to grab an apple before heading out to exercise, but when I opened the fridge to get the apple, I saw that my mom had bought my favorite chocolates 'Ferrero Rocher'.

I couldn't help it, I had to eat one, but one became two and two become three and so on. When I finally finished, about 30 minutes later, I realized that I had eaten every sweet thing in the house! I immediately went and threw up everything that I could and ran to the exercise room to work out for the next three hours; I couldn't help but feel so ashamed of myself for giving in to the temptation.

So for the whole of the next week, I basically ate nothing and I just exercised and exercised till I couldn't exercise any more. And despite all that, guess what happened a few weeks later? I ate a whole lot of junk food again! I can't believe I did it again. What's wrong with me? And the next thing I did was pretty obvious; I threw up and exercised for the next 4 hours.

A couple of days passed since my 2nd binge and it seemed like everything was back on course till the big disaster. And no it wasn't another binge. It was worse, much worse. What was the disaster you ask? Well... My parents found out.

One night when they came back from work, they called me down and told me to take a seat. Then my mom told me that she had noticed that all the sweet things in the house had disappeared mysteriously not once, but twice! She said that she had also heard me throwing up the previous day but couldn't confront me then, since I had gone to sleep immediately. After she finished her speech, they straight out asked me if I had an eating disorder. Of course I immediately said no because I didn't have one. [gif] I mean, not liking your weight and wanting to do something about it does not make you sick!

When I told my parents this, my dad asked me, "Lana, are you sure you're not doing anything harmful to yourself because we're your parents and we need to know these things." And just with those words they managed to get the whole story out of me starting from my fight with Sierra till my 2nd binge.

"Hmm... I never did like Sierra," my dad said. Wow someone who didn't like Sierra? It was almost impossible to believe! I kind of felt happy when he said that. But my mom was still very shocked and upset with me.

"Lana, I can't believe you didn't tell us about this. Why would you keep the bullying problem away from us?" My mom asked, tearing up slightly.

"I did it because I know how sad it made you feel to hear about these things happening to me and I didn't want that," I replied.

"Nevertheless you should have told us Lana," my dad said.

"I'm sorry mom and dad, I promise I will tell you everything from now on," I replied, feeling bad about lying to them.

"Okay good, but now what are we going to do about this eating disorder? Lana don't you know how beautiful you are?" My mom asked me.

"It's not an eating disorder mom, and there is no way in the world that you can call this lump of fat 'beautiful'! It's impossible," I told her immediately.

"O sweetheart, how did we ever let you think such things about yourself?" my mom asked sadly.

"Well if you really don't think it's an eating disorder then surely you won't mind crosschecking with a doctor, will you?" my dad asked. I unwillingly agreed and went up to change into something more decent to go out of the house in.

After I had changed to go to the hospital, my dad told me that we were going to see a psychologist named Dr. Mary instead of a regular doctor. I didn't really care who we were going to see as long as they knocked some sense into my parents as I most certainly did not have an eating disorder. The idea of it was literally unthinkable! I mean, sure I had fainted a few times due to the lack of food but that doesn't mean I was sick. But that didn't matter because they would realize that after we met this Dr. Mary person.

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After sitting around for some time in the waiting area of the clinic, we were finally allowed to see the doctor. We walked through the corridor and into the room the nurse had told us to go to. Inside the room, sitting at a desk, was a kind looking lady around 40 years of age looking at me with a soft smile. "Good evening and how may I help you today?" she asked looking at us.

"Well, my parents here think I have an eating disorder which I don't! I mean sure I don't eat as much as I used too but that doesn't mean I have an eating disorder right? So we're here so that you can tell them that I'm absolutely fine," I said completing my rant. She looked at me with a slightly amused expression before turning to my parents for confirmation. They both nodded slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, when was the last time you ate Lana? And what did you eat?" she asked looking at me.

"Wait! How did you know my name?" I asked.

"It was on the form that your parents filled out," she replied.

"Okay well, I ate an apple for breakfast," I say hesitatingly.

"You do realize that it's dinner time right?" She says in a disbelieving voice.

"Well I wasn't very hungry, that's all," I reply nonchalantly.

"I see. Well I think it's best if I talk to you alone first, wouldn't you agree Lana?" She looks at me for confirmation.

"Uhh... Yeah sure if you have too," I say, nodding at her.