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Bulimia...My story I'm a 21 year old college student that is one of the most active people you will ever meet. I love to race in triathlons, mountain bike, rock climb, sky dive, lift weights, you name and I'm there. When people look at me and talk to me they comment on how healthy I am. I guess that this is why I'm writing this. People are not always as they seem. Like at first glance you may say that I live a very healthy life. But as you take a slower look, the pages begin to turn. It's hard to say were my addition began. I would have to say sometime in middle school. That's when I began to hate my body. I started off skipping meals and working out off and on. By the time I got into high school, my eating disorder became my life. By my freshman year, no one recognized me. I dropped a few sizes and I didn't even notice it till my friends began to talk. I went from a size 6 to a size 2. When I looked in the mirror, all I saw was fat. I could of sworn that I gained 50 pounds. My main course was some air popped popcorn, and that was only if I workout a lot that day. About half way though my freshmen year, I began to binge and purge. I though that this was so awesome. When I got really hungry, I would go into my kitchen and eat tons of food. I remember sitting on the kitchen floor at 2am and eating a loaf of bread, a box of gram crackers, a bag of chips and then drinking some orange juice to help it all go down. I would feel so guilty that I would go and throw it all up. This happened for a few months then it got even worse. I began to take laxatives and diuretics as meals and kept up the binging and purging. If I was really bad I would bring a heater into my room and crank it up. Plus I would wrap myself with a garbage bag and put on a few layers of sweat pants and sweaters. I lived like this all throughout my high school days. When
I got to college I wanted to change my life. I tried so hard to quit. I was getting
on the right track to recovery. As I was driving down this track, I hit a detour.
I fell in love this a guy who seemed to be nice but turned out to be a very mean
and abusive man. Soon I went right back to my old ways. Let me get one thing strait
though, I am no way blaming him. I just felt better when I throw up. That was
the only thing in my life that I thought that I could control. A year and a half
later, I left him. I again tried to get back on that road to recovery. To this day, I still have a hard time looking in the mirror. I get so shocked when people ask me if I am a body builder. I love to lift but I have learned to tone it down. I wouldn't say that I'm recovered, I would put it more like I have learned to live with myself. I am not sure if you ever can recover from an eating disorder. Everyday is a challenge, I'm just glad that I'm one of the lucky ones who lived from this disorder. Some people have died from complications from bulimia. I may not of died but my body will never be the same. A few of my teeth are half gone and I need about 8 root canals, and I have a lot of cavities. (Plus being a college student with out insurance, these dentals problems are not good.) People are not always as they seem. Just keep that in mind next time you look at someone. Everyone has something to hide, mine was an eating disorder; What's yours? If I could give you one piece of advise, it would be to learn to live with it. You never be fully healed or recovered but you can try to control it. Whatever it may be.
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