Damia's Diary.

I’m Damia. I’m going to change.

• I’m 17.
• I’m 5’4.
• I’m currently a blond.
• I’m pretty.
• I have friends.
• I have boys.
• I’m smart.
• I have goals.
• I love to dance.
• I love to sing.
• I love to write.
• I love to draw.

Perfect, hey?

There’s one more thing…

I am currently 225 pounds.

You’re disgusted, don’t worry. I am too.

I am ashamed of myself, and I can’t believe I ever let myself get this way. I see the way people look at me. It’s as if I’m an alien; but on the inside, I’m really just as good as them… or better. I’m going to change what I see, because it’s disgusting and a disgrace. But this is the end of this big, fat train. It’s ending here, and it’s ending now. I’m going to be beautiful from head to toe— by any means necessary.

Girls, I need your help on this one. I’m a new girl, ready to change. I need your support, I need your tips, I need your experience. I need you. All of you. And maybe there’s someone out there who needs me too. There are plenty of us out there, and we all need to stick together. Together, we can all do  it<3

This is the beginning of my journey- a journey that won’t end until I’m satisfied with what I see, and how people treat me.

I would love to have an AnaMia buddy; a mentor, of sorts. Someone understanding, who will be able to guide me through all the unexpected, rough times. Someone who will help me reach my goal and stick with my plan. Someone who will be willing to see me through the tears, the binges, the purges, the starves. Someone who’s been through it, and even still going through it. I need someone to look up to; a need an AnaMia sister. A sister for life.

E-mail me ( going.mia2011@yahoo.com ) if you’re willing to take this on with me. Comments and tips are always welcome.

Forever love,

Stay strong ladies.

-Damia.