It was last year in 2007 when I had lost so much weight.
In 2006 alot of awful things happened. I found out my auntie was dying, I got bullied so much in school and then in November, a girl in my school commited suicide. Seeing everyone crying made me relize how much I was going to miss my auntie. I had spoken to this girl before about her tounge pericing, she was a nice girl, she got bullied and had had enough. "Life was not worth living" was in her note. She was a funny person, she didnt deserve any of that.
Months past and I had been feeling low already. I left school, and in late March, my auntie passed away. I hated the fact that I never had the chance to tell her I loved her one last time. I hated the fact the doctors wouldn't let me see her because her apperance was too bad to show the children. I felt so unhappy and was lonely, I stayed in my room all the time on the laptop. I never wanted to eat I felt so unhappy. I just wanted to be left alone.
I hardly ate in school, I was so unhappy there. So not eating at home was hardly a new thing. I hadn't been eating properly for ages now, I got used too it. I had an "online" boyfriend. He actually made me feel happy. He was a great person to talk too. We soon spilt up awhile after my auntie had passed away. I felt like nothing ever went right. At this point I was only eating a piece of toast a day, or sometimes nothing. I did drink a cup or two cups a day of juice though, or something like that. I lost more weight. I was a size 14 down to a size 8, and I was going down nearly to a size 6. I felt fat, lonely and that no-one would want me. So I wanted to lose more weight. People told me I was turning into just bones. I took no notice, my mind was telling me I was ugly, fat. I had to do something about it.
It eventually got so bad that my mum took me to the doctors, I then went to a specialist. I got alot of blood tests done. They thought I had "Hypercalcemia". It turned out to this day that it was nothing. I was on the boarder line of anorexia. I would get ocasional pains in my sides, I would be so pale, I'd always be cold. I was still unhappy.
Then after being told I had to gain weight, I started eating again slowly, even though I didnt want too. I then met this guy in January 2008, at my sisters house. He was cute. He said he liked me. Couple weeks later, he asked me out. I felt happy for once. Someone wanted me! The date went awesome and we're now still together. I've gained some weight now, I'm a size 10, happy with my figure, but apart of me still wants to be skinner. There are moments where I wish I didnt gain weight, but I guess this is all for my own good.
Mark loves my figure and he says he likes me not all bones (: At last, someone who loves me for me.
