When I was thirteen, I had anorexia. I thought about becoming bulimic. I tried it a few times. This was a few months ago. A few more months and it would be a year.
Yes, I know this is weird coming from a male. But I just wanted to be thin. All of my male classmates were. I wasn't overweight though, and everyone thought I was as thin as them, but I wanted to go more. I felt so humiliated. Here were the 90 pound girls wearing their Abercrombie and Fitch strapless top with 510 Levi's complaining that they were 'fat'. I weighed about 108 pounds. I was getting pressured more and more, until I couldn't take it. I looked at my cheeks in the mirror. Drooping. This was when I started to get low self esteem. I started only eating vegan products, some people calling me 'homosexual'. Okay, even now, I'm confused. Eating vegan products has nothing to do with homosexuality. Anyways, I only ate the vegan products, until one day. It was my friend's 14th birthday. I ate so much that my stomach started to bulge. I was really depressed and stupid. I sneaked off to the bathroom of their house. I started to vomit. After that, I kept on eating more and more. I skipped breakfast and ate so much during lunch time. I'd go to the bathroom after. I could tell that my uvula hurt. It had some kind of scar. I became a pig. I started to eat meat again.
I started to notice that my cheeks lost its 'fat'. My cheekbones stood out more. I naturally have high cheekbones by the way ;p. I was about 100 pounds. My stomach was flat. I was bulimic for about a month. This was until I went to my cousins' house. I'm a Filipino - Chinese person, and our family eats really fattening and fulling food. I ate about three egg rolls and I was already full. I excused myself. My cousin became suspicious. I ran to the bathroom and did it again. She stayed outside the door. I walked out and she surprised me. She told me her story.
To make it short, she wasn't exactly bulimic or anorexic, but she did have low self esteem. I allowed her to tell my parents. I was tired of this crap.
My parents hired me a therapist. I barely see her anymore, but she really helped. Now, I find that appearances don't matter. It doesn't matter whether or not your 98 or 120 pounds. Weight doesn't matter, appearances don't matter, clothes or music tastes don't matter.
For people who are confused about their body, listen: It's the personality that matters.
When I was thirteen, I had anorexia. I thought about becoming bulimic. I tried it a few times. This was a few months ago. A few more months and it would be a year.
Yes, I know this is weird coming from a male. But I just wanted to be thin. All of my male classmates were. I wasn't overweight though, and everyone thought I was as thin as them, but I wanted to go more. I felt so humiliated. Here were the 90 pound girls wearing their Abercrombie and Fitch strapless top with 510 Levi's complaining that they were 'fat'. I weighed about 108 pounds. I was getting pressured more and more, until I couldn't take it. I looked at my cheeks in the mirror. Drooping. This was when I started to get low self esteem. I started only eating vegan products, some people calling me 'homosexual'. Okay, even now, I'm confused. Eating vegan products has nothing to do with homosexuality. Anyways, I only ate the vegan products, until one day. It was my friend's 14th birthday. I ate so much that my stomach started to bulge. I was really depressed and stupid. I sneaked off to the bathroom of their house. I started to vomit. After that, I kept on eating more and more. I skipped breakfast and ate so much during lunch time. I'd go to the bathroom after. I could tell that my uvula hurt. It had some kind of scar. I became a pig. I started to eat meat again.
I started to notice that my cheeks lost its 'fat'. My cheekbones stood out more. I naturally have high cheekbones by the way ;p. I was about 100 pounds. My stomach was flat. I was bulimic for about a month. This was until I went to my cousins' house. I'm a Filipino - Chinese person, and our family eats really fattening and fulling food. I ate about three egg rolls and I was already full. I excused myself. My cousin became suspicious. I ran to the bathroom and did it again. She stayed outside the door. I walked out and she surprised me. She told me her story.
To make it short, she wasn't exactly bulimic or anorexic, but she did have low self esteem. I allowed her to tell my parents. I was tired of this crap.
My parents hired me a therapist. I barely see her anymore, but she really helped. Now, I find that appearances don't matter. It doesn't matter whether or not your 98 or 120 pounds. Weight doesn't matter, appearances don't matter, clothes or music tastes don't matter.
For people who are confused about their body, listen: It's the personality that matters.