Speaking about ADSA

My name is Sarah Burton and I’m 19 and this is my story about my worst nightmare coming to life…

It all started 4 years ago in I was 15 and was a sophomore on “?Whitney High School” in California. I was never the popular girl in school and got picked on by the senior boys because they were in my brothers class. Of course I wanted to be like the popular girls on my age, but I didn’t have the “ideal” body like the other girls. I was a bit chubby in my own eyes so I decide to lose weight. The easiest why I knew was to eat less and so I did. I also started running every morning but not eat when I came home. I just drank some water to stop the dizziness but that was it. My lunch was always a small salad I had made from home without any cream or meat. Just salad and veggies. When I decided I was thin enough I started posting photos of me on social media like snapchat and instagram. The photos was from my mouth and down like the popular girls in school did. The next day in school I walked into my classroom and saw my photos all over the walls. They had written slut and whore on the photos and some also said fake and who are you?. Then I ran to the bathroom and started crying like never before. I took down the photo cause I knew i had made a mistake. The days went by but the photos stayed in the room. They started calling me whore and slut as well. After a week I called my mom and told her what had happened and she immediately came to pick me up. At home she asked me to take of my shirt and ? saw my ribs through my skin. She asked how long me body has been looking this way and I said for a couple of months. She drove me to the hospital and the doctors told me I had anorexia. I didn’t know how to react cause I already knew something was very wrong with me. My anorexia let to depression because I didn’t have anyone beside my family. “Friends” from school showed up at my house with flowers and chocolate and most importantly some apologized and some just came. But on social media people weren’t as nice. I hadn’t posted and told my “followers” that I had gotten diagnosed with anorexia so the mean comments kept on coming. I then posted a story saying if I hadn’t gone to the hospital I could have killed myself. People started saying “why didn’t you die?” “nobody wants you here” “just kill yourself”. This comments were stuck in my head for too long and I started believing that what they said was true.