Anorexic and Bulimic, Support from family and friends, Anorexic with supporting parents

Losing Friends

My anorexia started when I was 11 years old. I'm 15 now and I'm 5'3. I weight 102 pounds, and I think I look better then I ever have.

I have had a lot of boyfriends, but when I was around them, I would think that I was too fat to be hanging out with such amazing guys, so I wouldn't eat.

My eating disorder got so bad to the point were my boyfriend of 3 months started to notice that I was underweight. He ended up talking to my parents about it. I broke up with him the very next day. By that time I was losing a lot of my friends.

I got to the point that I was throwing up even when I didn't eat anything. Sometimes it would be only be fluids. I was so dehydrated.

I was hospitalized for 3 straight weeks. Shortly after that, my parents noticed that I was getting skinner. I was 13 at the time, and my weight was 72 pounds. I was hospitalized a second time. When I looked at my parents when they came to see me in the hospital, I could see how disappointed they were. To look at me and know that they had a daughter that was so frail.

I thought if I could be the skinniest girl in the school that boys would want to hang out with me, and my parents wouldn't be embarrassed to take me places.

It was two weeks after my 14th birthday and my mom took me to a family counselor. We talked and she straight up told me that the only reason she was embarrassed to be around me was because I looked like I never eat a day in my life, and she didn't want to look like a bad mom.

By that time, I was a size 00 and all the clothes I brought were still too big. I hated how I looked. I could never be satisfied. I either looked too fat or too skinny and their was never a happy median for me.

A year had passed. I was in and out of hospitals and counselors offices. It had gotten so bad that I was in a coma for 38 hours for starving myself.

My parents decided if they were to moved me to another city, maybe I would meet new friends and get better. I did meet this really amazing guy, Matthew Macanahan, he thought I was the most beautiful person he had met, but I was too skinny. I was literally the skinniest girl in school.

He knew that I was anorexic and bulimic, and he would try to get me to eat. He would spend a lot of time with me so he would know if I was throwing up or starving myself. My path to recovery started there.

I have been recovering ever since, I'm still with him, and I do slip every now and then, but I can tell that I'm getting better.

I'm a size 3 now and I'm happy with the way I am. I'm happy that my boyfriend, parents, family, and friends have tried so hard to help me.

Anorexia was a very BIG part in my life. I relied on it for every thing. It was like my best friend, but there is help. I'm happy to be able to tell you my story and tell all of you guys the dangers in it.

If you are suffering from anorexia there is help. Your family and friends might seem like they are being mean and abandoning you, but they are just trying to help you so please take their help.

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