MamasHealth.com Home Personal Weight Stories Alway's Chunky Being Healthy Crying All The Time Fight Back Focusing On My Weight Healthy Weight Range I'm Not Worried Modeling My Battle My Weight My Years of Torture No One Knows Not Getting Help Obsessed With My Weight Satisfaction and Success Strength Is Key Suppressing My Appetite Talked With My Teacher Typical Bulimic Links Email Mama Addiction stories Anorexia stories Athletic stories Bulimia stories Eating Disorder Family and friends stories Help Me! Herpes stories I'm not healthy stories Medical disease stories Medications and eating disorders Migraine stories Mother stories Recovered Anorexic Recovered Bulimic Recovered Eating Disorder Self esteem stories The Letter "C" Weight stories Mama's Inspirational quotes Mama's Motivational pledges Mama's Health quotes Mama's Poem	My Weight August 24th School had once again, started. I thought things would be different, get better grades, have a great boyfriend, live life to the fullest kinda thing. Well, the thing was I did have a great boyfriend and my grades were spectacular. And then it began. My best friend Amanda, had been trying to lose weight, so in turn, I promised to work out with her whenever she wanted to. Yeah, we worked out a few times, but she continued to work out and kept losing weight. People were starting to notice her, saying great things. She was proud and so was I, but in my own world I was jealous as hell. I couldn't handle not being the center of attention. Thing had to change It was about a month before homecoming and Amanda and I had found our dresses. Mine was amazing. Brown silk, low cut with intricate beadwork, and backless. I loved it. The only problem was, I was gaining weight. I don't know how, but it had to stop. I remember I would come down in the morning super early to the table pretending to eat and then get ready just so I could tell my mom I had eaten earlier. At lunch, my excuse was that I had a huge breakfast. I had work after school, so I would simply tell my mom that I had ordered out at work. 0 calories for 24 hours was starting to pay off. My jeans were fitting looser, people were noticing me again. I loved feeling this way. But things just got worse. I had to eat sometime, I just couldn't in front of people. I tried I really did, but I would just end up crying and telling myself that if I wanted to fit into that dress, I'd have to continue not eating. 3 weeks later... Ninety pounds, breastbone showing, wrists tiny, legs nothing. I was now wearing a size 12 in abercrombie kids jeans. I had to custom order my shirts xxs. It was getting bad. I needed to stop but homecoming was 3 days away. I had done it. I had lost the weight I needed to. I told myself after homecoming I'll gain 10 pounds. 4 weeks later... The doctor is shining a light in my eyes. I'm hardly conscious. The nurse tries to find a vein in my tiny arm. My eyes close, and life seems to have come to an end. It is now my junior year of high school, I'm 100lbs and getting better. I work out everyday and eat healthy. Homecoming is 25 days away and I'm sure I'll have a great time. Share your story	Sign up for our Email Newsletter For Email Marketing you can trust
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