I am 22 now, and I would like to share my story about my past with eating disorders.
I was a chubby child. My mother took me to a child psychologist when I was only four years old. As I grew older my mother continued to make comments about my weight. Coupled with pressure from the media to be thin, I began my journey with eating disorders.
As I hit puberty, my weight ballooned and I became bulimic at 14. I also felt pressure to be thin because I was drum major of my band and president of several social and academic clubs in my high school.
I grew up in a wealthy family with a live in housekeeper. I always found ways to hide my bulimia from her.
I was only bulimic for two years before I realized I wasn’t losing weight and my health was declining.
At 16, my mother bought me Metabolife. (Yes, that was when ephedra was legal). Metabolife was the catalyst that started my life-long battle with bipolar disorder. I became manic and ate nothing but a snickers bar each day.
I am 5’6″ and I got pretty skeletal. When I was diagnosed, I was put on Lithium, which made me gain 60 lbs.
I moved to NYC for college at a prestigious fashion school and became manic and suicidal at the same time.
I was so mentally unstable that I got into a situation where I was slipped a date rape drug and nearly died. I woke up convulsing in St. Vincent’s emergency room, the main trauma center for 911.
Four years have passed and I am now stable and on medication. I am a healthy and muscular size 0 and food no longer rules my life.
I am an entrepreneur in the fashion industry, and even though I have reached my ideal image and have a healthy level of self-confidence, memories of my battle with eating disorders are never far from my mind.