The Bulimia That Kills Me

   Honestly, this sounds more like anorexia to me. It is terribly unfair that it is believed that men cannot suffer from eating disorders ... This prevents them from seeking help even more, it crushes them even more mentally. Be master of your body, be brave and seek help. Success! Girl, 22

   A 14-year-old girl writes to you. Hello. I fully understand what you are going through, because I myself underwent this and at what age! It all started last year. I didn't like myself since I was a child and I kept looking for flaws. Hair, eye color, face shape. Then I moved on to the body. And I barely got out of this situation. At first, I started browsing the internet. I came across all sorts of articles about "healthy eating" ... And I was always looking for something even more restrictive, something that would make me fat in a short time. What a fool I was. So I started with diets, regular exercise, and hours spent on the scales. I cried all the time. My body sensed something was wrong, and so did my soul, but my thoughts raced and confused me even more. I was in a cage. One day I was crowded. It was a great feeling. The first three seconds, de. Then guilt slapped me across the face and I automatically got up. I had read and was very interested in psychology, and suddenly bulimia tempted me. I repeated the vomiting twice a day for three days in a row, then miraculously stopped and did not repeat for a week, but my diet continued. I was told I had lost weight. I took it as a compliment. And it wasn't. And so during the week, something prompted me to run to the bathroom. The pounds were melting and melting, but something was still missing, I wanted more, and another. And more. And more. I had a strange pleasure looking at the numbers showing my weight. I was completely obsessed, I isolated myself from others and I was left alone in my little bulimic-anorexic world. My family began to notice the problem and wanted to consult with me, but I denied the possibility of being ill. My hair stuck together and began to hang wearily. My cycle stopped. I started sleeping during the day because the energy was draining from me. I don't know how I found the strength to stop. Maybe it was a miracle. A moment of awareness, of insight. I just went in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I turned away from myself, looked away, and curled up in a ball. That's how my change began. It was slow, tiring, and painful, but it was a change. And for the toilet ... I went once, bent down, then jumped up and pursed my lips. I didn't want that. I felt ashamed and deeply guilty, but not of eating food. And from his actions. I'm still thinking about it. Maybe I was lucky? Maybe it's almost impossible for a person to get out of this? No, everyone is capable. Regardless of age and gender, everyone has a will. It takes a lot of effort and crying, it takes moral support, to lead you out of the way of death. I didn't have to, but if you do, look for a specialist, otherwise it will be too late! Don't do it to yourself! Don't kill your body! I know it sounds impossible, but I saw for myself what the human will is capable of. Food is a gift, not an enemy! Find the golden mean and don't let bulimia defeat you! Plus it's good that you realize it. This is the beginning of a change :) I wish you will, health and happiness! Good luck and know that many people have been through this and you are not alone, we support you! Plus it's good that you realize it. This is the beginning of a change :) I wish you will, health and happiness! Good luck and know that many people have been through this and you are not alone, we support you! Plus it's good that you realize it. This is the beginning of a change :) I wish you will, health and happiness! Good luck and know that many people have been through this and you are not alone, we support you!

   Look, I'm a 16-year-old girl and I also had bulimia and I still have it but I'm starting to recover. I even had the mental qualities of anorexia. She lost 27 kg. for 7 months. For me, too, mental problems were not far behind physical ones. At one point, I began to find no meaning in life and had thoughts of suicide. Our people caught me almost on time with this disease and the suffering began, we went to psychiatrists, psychologists to hospitals. Everyone started saying that I should stay in the hospital, but because I didn't want to stay for a few months without going out without seeing my friends, I immediately went crazy and said to myself that this was no longer child's play and that I had to help myself. myself and it turned out now with the help of medication and I myself was able to recover. You have to have faith in yourself, that's the most important thing.