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This is my confession.
I am seventeen.
And I have a weight problem.
I think that the moment I became overweight would be when I was about ten years old. Food was always something praised and enjoyed in my family. You can even say that eating was a special activity at our house. If you were sad - food would cheer you up. If you were happy - celebrate it with eating. Things would be discussed over food and most of the family activities would be performed with rich,delicious,high calorie meals.
I don't know at which point I lost control over it. But I know that I woke up as a pre-teen realising I was "fat". I was never actually obese (or maybe at some point I was? I am not sure) but I know that weight always meant a lot to me. Now it seems like it completely affects my behaviour. When I lose weight I am joyfull, optimistic, happy. When I gain weight I become depressed and apathetic. And I eat because I am sad. And I would be sad because I eat. And it is a never ending circle I found myself trapped in. Than weight was a problem but something I could live with. I would fluctuate on it and overall I was happy.
Six months ago I became a foreign exchange studend and left my family and friends to come to a opposite side of the world and live with people who were strangers to me.
When I found out the news about the scholarship I had a period when I gained almost 10 kg. In less than three months. It is hard to admit it but it is a harsh truth I have to face. I would binge and sometimes throw up and I kept gaining and gaining until I came to the point when I couldn't recognize myself in the miror.
I was always so hard on myself. If I did something it had to be perfect. And I always set ultimate high goals to myself. It makes me who I am,because that's one of the reasons of my succeses but it also makes my life so frustrating. I was rarely happy with the way I looked,even when I lost weight. I had to be perfect. I had to be like those gorgeous women on the covers of beauty magazines. Being a straight A student, being popular, having boyfriends other girls would give anything just to spend five minutes with, being admired by professors and looked upon and copied by other people... Nothing was good enough. I had to be perfect all the way.
So I came to this new place. And suddenly food was not important to me anymore. I would barely eat because I didn't had time to think about hunger. I was overwhelmed by all the new and exciting things in my life and I was so happy,because I also lost weight. I had 153 lbs. That's still high and I still considered myself overweight but at least not as high as before.
But than... Something happened inside me. And I started behaving in a completely different and weird way. I started overeating. And overeating. And than throwing up. Every day. Or sometimes several times a day. Without any control. I would eat untill my stomach hurt,even when I am not hungry. It felt like my behaviour wasn't controled by me, like in those moments I was someone else.
And soon I started gaining weight. And gaining...And gaining. My binging and throwing up became a weekly habit. Sometimes I would do it more than twice a week,sometimes even three or four times. My mood level got down. I became slightly depressed. And I fell into apathy. I would look at myself in the mirror. But than I wouldn't stop binging ! It felt so weird. I couldn't control it... Until one day I stepped on a scale and it read 167 lbs. I never had that much before. Ever. I was shocked. And I alienated even more from others. People were confused. Everybody always knew me as this lovely,positive and bubbly girl - I became apathetic,passive,calous. Sometimes I hated myself. I would look at my so fast deformed body and quickly look away. Who is this girl in the mirror? It still hurts so much. I couldn't explane how I can be so succesfull in other areas in life but so impotent in this one. My mom is a phychiatrist and she told me that this is normal - that I am having a culture shock because my life changed and that I have control over it,and that I can stop it whenever I want. Is it that easy?
I cried the other day. I cried so hard. I can't do this anymore.
It is time to stop.
I decided to change my life. Starting from now.
No more binging.
No more throwing up.
I have to lose that weight.
So...What do you think about it?
I am seventeen.
And I have a weight problem.
I think that the moment I became overweight would be when I was about ten years old. Food was always something praised and enjoyed in my family. You can even say that eating was a special activity at our house. If you were sad - food would cheer you up. If you were happy - celebrate it with eating. Things would be discussed over food and most of the family activities would be performed with rich,delicious,high calorie meals.
I don't know at which point I lost control over it. But I know that I woke up as a pre-teen realising I was "fat". I was never actually obese (or maybe at some point I was? I am not sure) but I know that weight always meant a lot to me. Now it seems like it completely affects my behaviour. When I lose weight I am joyfull, optimistic, happy. When I gain weight I become depressed and apathetic. And I eat because I am sad. And I would be sad because I eat. And it is a never ending circle I found myself trapped in. Than weight was a problem but something I could live with. I would fluctuate on it and overall I was happy.
Six months ago I became a foreign exchange studend and left my family and friends to come to a opposite side of the world and live with people who were strangers to me.
When I found out the news about the scholarship I had a period when I gained almost 10 kg. In less than three months. It is hard to admit it but it is a harsh truth I have to face. I would binge and sometimes throw up and I kept gaining and gaining until I came to the point when I couldn't recognize myself in the miror.
I was always so hard on myself. If I did something it had to be perfect. And I always set ultimate high goals to myself. It makes me who I am,because that's one of the reasons of my succeses but it also makes my life so frustrating. I was rarely happy with the way I looked,even when I lost weight. I had to be perfect. I had to be like those gorgeous women on the covers of beauty magazines. Being a straight A student, being popular, having boyfriends other girls would give anything just to spend five minutes with, being admired by professors and looked upon and copied by other people... Nothing was good enough. I had to be perfect all the way.
So I came to this new place. And suddenly food was not important to me anymore. I would barely eat because I didn't had time to think about hunger. I was overwhelmed by all the new and exciting things in my life and I was so happy,because I also lost weight. I had 153 lbs. That's still high and I still considered myself overweight but at least not as high as before.
But than... Something happened inside me. And I started behaving in a completely different and weird way. I started overeating. And overeating. And than throwing up. Every day. Or sometimes several times a day. Without any control. I would eat untill my stomach hurt,even when I am not hungry. It felt like my behaviour wasn't controled by me, like in those moments I was someone else.
And soon I started gaining weight. And gaining...And gaining. My binging and throwing up became a weekly habit. Sometimes I would do it more than twice a week,sometimes even three or four times. My mood level got down. I became slightly depressed. And I fell into apathy. I would look at myself in the mirror. But than I wouldn't stop binging ! It felt so weird. I couldn't control it... Until one day I stepped on a scale and it read 167 lbs. I never had that much before. Ever. I was shocked. And I alienated even more from others. People were confused. Everybody always knew me as this lovely,positive and bubbly girl - I became apathetic,passive,calous. Sometimes I hated myself. I would look at my so fast deformed body and quickly look away. Who is this girl in the mirror? It still hurts so much. I couldn't explane how I can be so succesfull in other areas in life but so impotent in this one. My mom is a phychiatrist and she told me that this is normal - that I am having a culture shock because my life changed and that I have control over it,and that I can stop it whenever I want. Is it that easy?
I cried the other day. I cried so hard. I can't do this anymore.
It is time to stop.
I decided to change my life. Starting from now.
No more binging.
No more throwing up.
I have to lose that weight.
So...What do you think about it?