Dying to be Thin

When I was 16, I was 180 pounds and 5'9" tall. I was fat. I felt awful and I thought I didn't deserve to have a normal life. I got disgusted with myself and decided to do something about it.
I just began watching what I ate and walking around the block a couple of times for exercise. Before I knew it, I had lost 10 pounds. That made me feel awesome-- like I could really do this. So, I thought to myself, "If I can lose 10 pounds and still eat everything I wanted, what will happen if I cut back on a few things?" So I did. And to make a VERY LONG story somewhat shorter, I ended up in the hospital when I was 17 at 84 pounds. I was anorexic, and I was dying.

While I was in the hospital, I made a conscious decision that I wanted to help other girls who were going through the hell I was to overcome this disorder. I didn't want to die. I just wanted to be happy.
I understand what it is like to be so overweight and unhappy with your self. I also know what it's like to be freezing cold and tired all the time and be on the verge of death. I know how difficult and overwhelming life with anorexia & bulimia can seem. That's why I want to help. I'd like to be a friend to someone who needs a person who has experience with an ED. Someone to listen or offer advice. Trust me-- I've been through it all.

Send me an email.