True Story From an Anonymous Contributor #1
By the time I understood what pornography was, it was too late. My conscience was telling me that what I was doing wasn’t right, but I didn’t know how to stop. I hid my problem from everyone, convinced everyone would hate me for what I was doing, as much as I hated myself. The more I [watched], the more I hated myself, and the more I turned to pornography for release. As a form of punishment, every time I messed up I wouldn’t allow myself to eat a meal. I saw it as a good solution. By doing so, I might defer myself from [watching], while getting the kind of body the women I saw had. My perception of beauty was warped. My perception of everything was warped…I tell myself, no one would ever guess I have this issue, so there must be others out there who are hiding it just as effectively as I am.