Living with Eating Disorders

My father always made fun of me as a child, because he said I was fat and ugly and stupid. Thats a triple wammy. As a little girl i believed my father, i started wearing oversized clothes, and started eating more comfort foods, wich in turn lead me to gain more weight. In the third grade i was over 135 pounds. In the fifth grade I started stacring myself more and more to try to be perfect for my dad but nothing helped. I started throwing up my food in the sixth grade, and in the seventh grade I was admitted into a mental hospital for depression Im now in the eleventh grade, and im still unhappy with my body. My father is the main reason for this… but i mostly to blaim, because i should of told my mother about the way i was feeling.