Girl, 16 years old 1. When I was in 7th grade, I started to feel shy about my body, even though I was always thin / of normal weight. Then I was 43 kg for 1.61 m. I stopped to have breakfast, lunch and dinner a little, but I stayed the same weight, but with the detail that I only missed breakfast on purpose; basically I ate a little. It wasn't as serious then (?) As it is now. In the summer after 7th grade, I started doing exercises to improve my shape, and now that I think about it, I would give anything to go back to that time. This was also the time when I started avoiding food more, lying about whether and how much I ate and counting calories. 2. 8th grade. Again 1, 61m. I went to study in another city, which gave me the opportunity to limit myself from food more easily. On Sunday evenings I went to the apartment, and on Friday afternoons I returned home. During the week, I usually skipped breakfast or ate something with no more than 200 calories. I counted the calories even harder and more accurately. I also missed lunch, but I could eat something in the afternoon and have dinner because I couldn't avoid it, with my friends. You could say I ate + -800 calories a day. However, when I got home, I couldn't help but make 2000-3000 calories a day. However, I slowly began to lose weight and my mother began to notice, but I always avoided her questions or told her she was lying. However, she made me get on the scales, which showed 42 kg. In the last months of 8th grade, I had reached 41 kg. It was spring / summer, but I was constantly cold, my nails were blue from the cold, I was pale, not energetic, I started to move away from friends and family, I hid to eat (sometimes in the toilet, which I'm not proud of at all), my heart skipped a beat and I suffocated, etc. I didn't feel happy, but I was happy only when I saw I would take something off. One day my mother decided to take me to the doctor for suffocation. There he mentioned that I had lost weight. BUT, the thing I will always remember is that the doctor compared himself to a girl who was also in the office, 24 years old, 164 cm, 47 kg, saying that I look bigger than her. It was a colder day, because of which (and not only because of the weather) I wore 2 tank tops, 1 T-shirt, a sweatshirt and I had swallowed 2.5 liters of water. The scales showed 43 kg.
Last month in 8th grade I had reached 39.4 kg. I was happy, but maybe not. I went on a sea trip from school, in a swimsuit, in front of so many classmates ... it's not storytelling. 3. The summer of 2015, after 8th grade. I couldn't stop eating. I ate 2500-3000 calories EVERY day for 2, 5 months. I could see that I was gaining weight and I wanted to skin myself, but this only led to even more food being ingested. September. At the annual pre-school check-ups I was 45 kg. That is, I had gained 6-7 kg. for 2, 5 months. 4. I am now in 9th grade and I am with the "wonderful" 45-46 kg. for 161 cm. I can't stop eating. Calories typically range from 800 to 3,500 calories. I realize that I have a problem, no matter how small. I was thinking of going to a psychologist, even my mother had booked an appointment and the psychologist was coming to visit me at home, but I was incredibly scared and somehow convinced her to cancel the appointment. If I get any help, it will prevent me from reaching my goal. I'm confused. I don't expect to get help here. I just wanted to share my "story" here, because I have no one to share it with. Thanks for reading.
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"If I get any help, it will prevent me from reaching my goal." What exactly is your goal? Because where you went is dangerous. You also need help in time, because it is very difficult to get out once you get stuck in eating disorders. The psychologist will not make you eat.