littleone314
05-18-2003, 01:22 PM
This all started in middle school. (I'm 17 now). I was hefty in middle school and ALWAYS got made fun of. Then I got really sick in 8th grade and that caused to me to loose a lot of the weight. I had people giving me compliments left and right and I felt good. (although I still had a lot to loose it gave me the urge to loose it all). So, then I became subconscious about everything I ate. In 9th grade I started eating less and less. I would skip meals or eat and then go throw it up. I got down to a size 3. From a size 10 to a 3 was wonderful for me. Boys fell over me and I loved it. So, I kept on with my habits because I felt the skinnier I am the more boys will want me. THat seemed true because I did get them after me which is something that never happened to me before. Then my parents noticed what was happening. I had a boyfriend at the time who would tell me I wasn't to skinny. Secretly, I wanted to be "to skinny". So, I kept on. I was seeing a cousilor whom didn't help at all. As the years passed I still had this horrible struggle with food. My weight flucuated constantly. When we would go out to eat, I was always cleaning up after everybody so noone saw how much food we ate. Then that boyfriend of mine broke up with me and that torn me apart. I never hurt so much in my life. So, of course, I turned to food to fill that void. I put on a few pounds. That definantly didn't help at all. A year later I met up again with this boy who I had known since Kindergarten. He had always loved me and I wanted someone to love me. So, he and I started dating. He lost his viginity to me and then I became pregnant. His parents wanted me to abort and I wouldn't even consider that option. I of course refused. Then his parents started hating me. So, eventually they let him see me less and less and I couldn't take being apart so much because I was sitting at home pregnant and I wanted him there by my side helping me through this. We broke up because he started changing totally. I still think it had a lot to do with the way his parents felt about me. Anyways, there I went again, turning to food. Only this time, I let it go overboard. I'm 5'4 and my weight (right before delivery) reached 200+ something. I slipped into deep depression. Now my baby is 2months and my weight is down to 180 pds. Now, I sit at think about something I'm about to eat. How much fat it has etc. Before I eat anything I always ask my mom "will this hurt me if I eat it"? From the time I wake up till the time I go to bed I'm thinking about my weight. I can't stand it. I feel so nasty and gross and I won't go out ANYWHERE. MY friends call me to go out and I say either I'm sick or something. I have never weighed this much in my life and food is running my life. Now, I'm getting back into the habit of skipping lunch or something. The other night I threw up my dinner and I felt WONDERFUL. But now I'm sad again. That wonderful feeling only last so long untill I eat again. Yesterday I took a laxative and I felt pretty good yesterday untill I ate again. I love the hunger feeling but then I give in. I'm not a strong person at all!!! I don't have anyone to talk to about this so I thought maybe this would be a good start? But my question is do I have an eating disorder? Or just am I fat and stupid? Thank you for reading this I'm sorry it is so long. I just wanted to talk.
[This message has been edited by littleone314 (edited 05-18-2003).]
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