Skinny

My life was amazing. I had wonderful friends, great personality and high grades. After I turned 14, I started to look at myself in the mirror and started hating my body. I thought I was too fat. I had the habit of comparing myself with other girls who got attention from guys. So I had the idea of losing weight so people will start noticing me. 

A few days later, I started eating healthy and exercised A LOT. But it never made me skinnier.  So I began to analyse everthing I ate, making sure it was at least 99% fat free. A while later, I was skinnier and i felt great. I still kept losing weight, it was an obession to me.

My older sister, Kirsty, was 17. She noticed I lost tons of weight. She was worried and told our parents. My parents were also worried, especially my mom. My mom gave me all these fatty foods which I was forced to eat. I was crying because I was gaining weight. So I started throwing up most of what I ate. I lost over 8 kilos from doing that. My blood presure dropped.

My parents took me to hospital immediately. I remember sitting in a room surrounded by doctors and nurses. they told me I had some eating disorder called anorexia nervosa (google it).

I was given 6 meals a day and given tons of snacks. I gained over 2 kilos in one week.

2 months later, My life was complicated for me and my family. Everytime I ate, someone had to watch me eat and make sure I finsh what I had eaten. And Even when I went to the bathroom, Someone had had to make sure I didnt throw up. But I still wanted to be skinny. I had to go to the doctors every week. Whenever I couldn't finsh my meals, I was given a tube that went through your nose and down your throat so the food would get into my stomach.

I was still going to school at the time, But every recess and lunch, a teacher would follow me and my friends to see what I was doing and making sure I ate the food I was told to eat. My friends got really sick of it. the teachers got sick of it. I was still losing weight, Everytime someone wasn't looking I would hide the food or throw up. The teachers in my school thought it was best if I didn't go to the school anymore.

So I still kept losing weight and dropped to my lowest weight yet. I was rushed to hospital. I was in hospital for 3 months I guess. I saw myself in the mirror in the hospital bathroom. This isn't what I wanted! I was a 14 year old girl living in skin and bones. I remember my sister, Kirsty coming in the hospital to see me. She came everyday and she would bring one of my friends as well. They'd tell me how beautiful I was for being me. Kirsty once brought my whole class to come see me. After a while, It made me reilized that I don't need to be skinny so that people will like me, Boys's aren't just into skinny, big boobed chicks and that a girl's best curve is her smile.

After being in the hospital, I was back at home with my family everything is just the way it was before. I still have to eat 6 meals a day and be supervised for everthing I eat.