We all Deserve Help: Battling my eating disorder



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We All Deserve Help

Well, first off my name is Brooke. I am 15 years old. I’m five feet tall and weigh 88 pounds. This is my 8th year battling an eating disorder. It all started at the age of 8 and it has taken a toll on me and my health.

When I was younger I choked on a Popsicle and ever since I’ve had a fear of choking. It all got really bad when I turned 11 and weighed 66 pounds. I went through passing out, shortness of breath and at night my mom would make sure I was still breathing because within that year my mom knew I wouldn’t make it.

Then I started to recover and eating more. Kids still call me the skinniest girl in school. They call me anorexic, and a bag of bones. It is hurtful and because my health isn’t in good shape, I can’t do cheerleading or any kind of sports. I missed out on a lot.

I am getting a little better but I still get picked on. I don’t eat right and I look like a twelve year old. I have stunted my growth, but I know I’m strong and I will get through it.

I don’t think I’m overweight any more. I always wear a jacket to hide my skinny body. I feel disgusted with myself. I want to get better and feel pretty and make something of myself that’s why I want to share my whole story one day. There’s a lot more to be said and it would help me and my mom to get help. Without her I would be dead. My story started at 8 years old and hasn’t ended. We all deserve help.

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