Bulimia, Bulimic and out of control, Binging and Purging, Bulimic and being healthy

My Body Lost Calcium

I had just started my 8th grade year in middle school. I was in my health class. It was a required class. We were learning about the different eating disorders people were living with.

We would read about them and then watch movies. This got me thinking that I'm not in love with my boss just like this girl in the movie wasn't.

At lunch I would always eat, but every time me and my friends would go to the bathroom together and I would wait until there was a lot of noise to throw my food up. Sometimes, I would lose my appetite, because I kept binging and purging almost everyday, and because of that it started to eat up my insides.

Finally, one day we had to do research on a specific topic, about one of these eating disorders that we had been learning about. When I was doing my research my brother came in and said " I don't want you doing this, I'll beat the crap out of you." I started laughing and said I'm not doing this, are you crazy. Since he was in the military I knew he would. At that moment, I stopped doing it. Not because of him, but because it was affecting my body. It wasn't hard to stop, because I only did it for 1 1/2 months.

I just started my first year in High School and the beginning of the year was so great for me. I lost all my friends except my teammates. By the end of the year everyone of my old friends were gaining up on me because of some stupid stuff that never even happend, but in the end we all made up.

During the summer, I met my ex boyfriend from 7th grade, he had came back from Florida. My friend and I were at the beach when I saw him and his twin brother. We took a walk and ended up going back out. Trust me, this leads to something I promise.

Summer was over and I entered my second year in High School. I joined the cheerleading team. In November while I was learning how to tumble for competition I injured my lower back and couldn't compete or join any other sports.

Since, I couldn't exercise at all or play sports (doctors orders) I decided to go back to where I was in the 8th grade. This time I did it everyday. Because I couldn't play or compete, my mom began to ignore me.

All through High School my brother was in sports and my mom would always go to his games. My mom and I didn't really have much to say. That was another reason I did what I did, so I could get attention from her.

I was weighing 115 pounds and by December I was weighing 110. By February I was down to 96 pounds and by this time my boyfriend, brother, and even my whole family began to notice my weight loss, everyone except my mom.

My boyfriend noticed that every time I ate, I would go to the washroom and turn the radio on or the shower so they wont hear a thing. He began to worry about me, and asked me what was I doing to lose so much weight. I told him the truth because I didn't want to tell him a lie or in this case a secret based upon our relationship. As I told him, he didn't want to look at me or couldn't even speak. I began to cry. He left and slammed the door. I ran to my dad and told him and he calmed me down.

My Boyfriend came back and began to talk to me. This was in April. He told my mom and she began to notice. When I put on a tank top and she saw all my bones, she took me to a medical hospital where they help treat these disorders.

I began to miss a lot of school, which wasn't a good thing. Since, I had been doing it for so long, I had a hard time concentrating. It affected my learning. I couldn't pay attention, and I didn't know what I was doing, so my grades began to slip.

My mom took me to the Medical Center again during the Summer. My boyfriend would help me through it, but one day he didn't answer my calls and I was getting worried. His dad had kicked all of them out of his house. He was living on the streets and sleeping all over the place. That made me even sicker.

All my girl and guy friends began coming around and getting me to leave the house. They would take me out to eat because they didn't want to see me waiting around for him or make my self even sicker. Finally, my Boyfriend told me the truth and I trusted and believed him. I knew his dad. My boyfriend lived with me for three months, but I got even sicker. I kicked him out, but we were still with each other.

I started going back to the clinics. While I was going through therapy, my mom would sit next to the door while i I would go to the bathroom and talk to me to make sure I wasn't doing anything.

After a couple of months, I started to gain weight again, with the help of the clinic. Every time I would wake up and looked in the mirror I was depressed. I asked my mom if I was gaining weight and she said just a little. It hurted to hear that. She should have known that I would go back to my old self, and yes I did, but only for a little while.

People are not what they seem. If you say one little thing to a person, who you think you know, think twice before you say it to them. Everyone has something to hide, mine was bulimia.

It's been a year now that I have completely stopped my old habits and met someone knew. If you know someone with this habit, tell someone or do something before they lose there life. I almost did.

Here are some signs that I went through:

My emotions (cried out of nowhere), physical development, memory loss, and my heartbeat (felt like I couldn't breathe and felt like my heart was going to stop). My body lost calcium, I began to bruise a lot and my bones broke easily, my skin turned yellow, my blood pressure dropped, I was thirsty a lot and drank nothing but water.

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