Could anyone who has suffered or is suffering from Anorexia or Bulimia please share there storys with me?

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1. Ulrina says:

   January 30, 2010 at 11:51 am

   I’m currently in treatment for anorexia. I’ve been ill since I was about 13. I would stop eating for days on end but no matter how much weight I lost I was never happy. I was down to 80lbs, very underweight for my 5’5 height, but would still look in the mirror and feel so down about how fat I looked. My BMI went down to about 14 and I was hospitalised at 18. I felt even more repulsive when I was forced to gain weight. I later realised though that I did need to change. It was seeing how upset my family were when I wouldn’t eat which really made me agree to seek real treatment. While I was in hospital again I realised there was so much more to life than being thin. I want a family, a long carear and just to be happy and I know I can’t do that when I’m ill. It’s really hard to keep going but I just constantly remind myself of how miserable I was, of all the nights I lay awake being too starving to sleep, all the hours I tried desperately to work but couldn’t concentrate and all the times I watched my family struggle to hide their fear and pain at what I was doing to myself. I’m not going to lie, I really miss being so thin, but I know I wasn’t happy and I know I don’t want to go back to how I was. I only have one life and it just isn’t worth ruining for the sake of a stupid illness.
   X
2. crankthatjesuschrist3 says:

   February 2, 2010 at 10:13 pm

   ok well i met this guy in september of last year. at first everything was fine but after december it all went down hill. my parents wouldn’t let us talk anymore so we would have to hide it and he would treat me bad. second of all my grandparents became very sick. i have a horrible relationship with my mom she would hit me and get extremely mad over nothing and leave for days and third i was getting in trouble for all kinds of things, drinking, sexual kind of stuff, i was getting suspended from school, the list goes on. but anyways everything started to build up and cause me stress. so i would feel sick kind of so i wouldnt eat. besides that i was kind of self-conscious because of my bf and my mom. but i would go for days just eating maybe a piece of chicken and a small bag of chips and drinking alcohol and diet pepsi non-stop. well after about 3 months my bmi fell to 17.1 and i weighed about 104 pounds. im still struggling with these things and right now my weight is even lower at 100 pounds and my bmi is like 16.8 i think.
   but yeah if you wanna ask me anything else then feel free to email me at
3. Brigette says:

   February 3, 2010 at 6:13 am

   well… on my 17th birthday last year my parents, two sisters and i went to celebrate in LA. it was very nice and since i was the birthday girl, they were taking lots of pictures of me. i’ve never been confident..i actually hated having people take pictures of me and that still has not changed. so 3 days later we go back to the town i live and yeah i was barely adjusting the feeling of being 17. my mom get’s home from her work with the pictures in her hand and i’m the first too see them. i couldn’t believe how ugly and fat i looked in those pictures. now it made sense why my dad was starting to compare me with my older sister that has always been overweight, and i was getting scared because i’ve never been overweight but i was starting to get there. i weighed 144 lbs and i still am 5 ft4…it embarassed me. i also had experienced guys stare at me in disgusting disrespectful ways that i just didn’t want to be looked at anymore. my sisters were always telling me that i had huge ***** and i got obsessed with my apperance since everyone was reminding me of it. it’s when i drew the line and i knew i had to do something about it. when i was a sophomore i weighed 120lbs…and what caused me to gain weight was anti-depressants. so after i decided to lose weight i dedicated my whole time working on it. every morning i’d get up have breakfast, do excercise for 1 hour, lunch then came dinner. 2 weeks passed and i had results but it wasn’t enough. i started counting calories, weighing myself, staring at myself constantly in the mirror, avoiding fattening food, then…i started avoiding food all together. in 3 months i lost 25 lbs and wasn’t satisfied at all. i was angry at myself..so angry for ever getting so fat, angry at myself for letting people talk about my body like that, angry at everything. my parents eventually noticed the weight loss and they started to intervene telling me to take it easy for the day. i’d never listen to them. i was also angry at them..but not as much as i was with myself. they told me i looked good now..and that only made me angrier for some reason. i lost 20 more lbs and ha…they now were worried. they were telling me i was too skinny, my mom was always trying to make me something to eat but i’d lie that i already made myself something. i’d always weigh myself and make sure that my weight would continue to decrease. one time i made my obsession with weight so obvious when my parents made italian food and i refused it. my mom wouldn’t leave me alone i started crying and tell her that i’m just not ever hungry. she of course got scared with that, and i felt so bad for making her cry too. she one night told me that she always prays to god for me too start eating again. i was shocked with what she said, i remember i started feeling like an idiot. i started eating normally again but then…i started to purge. i’m so scared of purging that’s why i’d just rather not eat. my parents thought everything was getting back to normal but i was still making my mom buy me diet pills..i told her i wouldn’t worry about eating if i had them so she bought them for me. i was starting to use laxatives and if i just still felt full..i’d make myself purge. it got out of control for a bit. i’m now back to eating no more than 300 calories. i really feel better when i don’t eat alot. i’m sort of used to feeling empty and anytime i would have to eat something more..i know i’m going to purge. i **** purging, i really do. of course i don’t have to do it…but i can’t help purging if i eat more than what i’m used to. that’s probably..it.
4. Courtney says:

   February 6, 2010 at 1:54 pm

   When I was 11 I wanted to be popular so bad. I watched all the popular girls all the time, wanting to be like them. All the popular girls were skinny and tiny, so I decided to go on a “small diet”. I started skipping meals and cutting down as much food as possible. I was losing weight, and finally my parents noticed when I dropped a lot of weight. But I wanted to be thinner. My parents took me to a eating disorder doctor, but that only made me more determined to lose weight and angry so I stopped eating for 6 days. My parents put min the hospital, but I knew what to say to trick the doctors to letting me out. But when I got out, my whole 6th grade year in and out of the hospital for attempting suicide, depression and eating disorder problems. At the end of the school year, my parents sent me to an eating disorder hospital 6 hours away for 3 months. At first, I did not want to get better. I was scared of what recovery would be like. But there were other girls there with eating disorders, and we got really close. I was the youngest so they took me under and made me sort of there “little sister”. I loved them so much, and they loved me. We were all best friends and we were all in fighting for recovery together. So July 17th, 2008 I went home with an open mind on recovery.
   Now recovery is not easy and every day I have to keep fighting. Sometimes I even think of giving up and act on urges. But I still keep in touch with those girls from the eating disorder hospital, and whenever any of us are struggling we call each other. These girls are amazing. They’ve never given up on me when I’m struggling or acting like a brat because I’m stressed under recovery. It’s a struggle everyday, but I hope after a while it will get easier and I will fully recover like some of my friends from there have. And that is my recovery story.

   P.S.
   Here’s a poem I wrote about my eating disorder struggle. I hope you enjoy it.
5. Kirstie says:

   February 8, 2010 at 12:39 pm

   Hey, yeah I will share my story with you if you feel like e-mailing me!
   By the way my name is Kirstie and I am 16.