Anorexia Isn't Much Fun.
I have had anorexia for about 11 years. It started when I was 5 and is still here after all this time. My highest weight was 185, my current weight is 130 and my lowest weight at this hight was 65. Umm.. I haven't had much luck in the health department due to it (frequent anemia, kidney stones and acute kidney failure, depression, etc...) When it first started when I was five, it had nothing to do with looks, I just hated putting anything in my mouth. In elementary school I was a really picky eater (only bread, peanutbutter, and some fruits). At the end of middle school, I grew a lot and gained a lot of weight (making me a target for bullies). I tried that summer to lose weight before middle school, but I just got taller and gained more weight. I lost all the weight and then some. That got me to an inpatient home, where my eating could be watched (ended up with a feeding tube). Since my stay there, I've got right back to old habits. I had a few months where I didn't care about my weight, but then anorexia came back stronger than ever. After fasting for three weeks, I tried to kill myself (failed in a really stupid way). I never told anyone about it. Then I also started throwing up, which is ridiculous because I don't even binge. I'm not sure if I should just give into it, because when I try to fight it I'm miserable. But I know giving in isn't good either. Well, hopefully more people will join this and we can all figure some stuff out together.