When I was 12, my sister came home from college because of a terrible event. It turned out to be an eating disorder. Because she thought she was fat, I thought I was obese. She was naturally thin. I had to skate 3 hours a day to stay average. I started restricting at 12, started purging when I was 15. The lowest I ever got was 94, and now i'm back up to 110. I hate myself so much I started cutting. I've been a cutter for about 10 months, and still loving it. Just not loving my body. So I'm training for a 10k run next month, which requires a lot of running, and not much food.