Two Words Started It All

I was about seven years old. I was standing on the edge of my pool. A friend of mine looked up at me and said, “You’re fat.” I replied by saying “No I’m muscular” because my mom always said that to me. It was true in fact. I always had an appetite to feed ten men. I couldn’t help it. Then I started four different medicines to deal with my bi-polar disorder. All of them had a side effect of weight gain. I was never down right fat. But I never had that cute physique. I am 5' 6" and weigh 140 pounds ... I became obsessed with being seventy-seven pounds … I spent nights reading anorexia stories and counting calories. I eventually got down to eighty pounds. My hair was falling out and I could barely move.