HI, I’m Carol How far would you go to be beautiful? It turned out, I was ready to go very far. And it almost killed me. My mom and dad have regular slim builds. But I wasn’t like them. In middle school I weighed over 150 pounds. In elementary school I didn’t have friends because of my weight. Nothing changed in middle school. I tried to prove to my parents that I can’t bear being big. It was fuitile. No help, not even support, they gave me nothing. I had to act. Dieting and sports. It sounds simple enough.But it’s easier said than done. After a month of hard training I found myself with muscles, but all the fat stayed as well. Dieting. This is a whole other matter. I tried over ten diet plans. Even the extreme ones from the Internet. No matter what I did, what I ate or not ate, I didn’t lose weight. Damn sides, belly, hips, they all stayed with me. I went to a doctor. But he said I was healthy. And it was my own fault that I didn’t lose weithg. The doctor said I had developed a depression and it was progressing. Once, scrolling though social network feed, I stumbled across a weight loss group. I searched it through and found ads about weight loss pills. The feedback was good, so I ordered a batch. There was half a year’s worth of pills. I would be done with middle school right when I’d run out. The pills arrived in a few days and I started casually taking them. I lost a few pounds over the next month. It worked! But It wasn’t enough. I wanted to lose as much as possible before high school so that I’d have friends. I doubles my daily doze. And it worked! I shucked 10 pounds more the following months. I was extatic. But I also started having some health issues. I was constantly feeling a bit dizzy and had headaches. I thought it was payback for the weight loss and I just had to hang on for a few more months. But over the third month I didn’t lost a pound. Moreover, I started gaining back. How was that possible? Have your life ever crumbled right before your eyes? I thought my last chance at happiness was slipping away from me… I went back to that group where I found the pill ads. There were more adds for additives. I ordered them all! I couldn’t stop half way. I wanted a slim body and I had to have it. Now I ate a handful of pills every day. My health gor worse. My eyes turned yellowish. I stopped brushing my hair because it would all stay on the brush. I had aches in stomach and head, all the time. Sometimes I’d vomit. I had stomach spams that made me feel like I was suffocating and my hear would stop. I hope you never experience anything like this. I quit the pills. I needed help. Mom thought I had a stomach bug and took me to the doctor. The doctor said I could be having problems with my heart, because of my weight. I had to take a few tests to prove that. I got home and I thought I had it straight. It was my fat. That was the culprit. First it was ruining my life and now it was killing me, striking at my internal organs. I got my pills out and started gorging on them. I only had one thought running through my head, I had to kill the fat, whatever it took. When I was swallowing the last of the pills, I started feeling faint. That was it, I thought. The fat is done with. I came to at teh hospital. My parents were tehre with me. Noticing I was awake, they called a doctor. The three of them stood next to my bed and I heard that dreadful word, suicide. I realized what it must have looked like. But no! I explained to my parents that I had been taking weight loss pills and when they stopped working, I increased the doze.
The doctor said that explained it all. My symptoms pointed at medical anorexia. He also said that I was in for a long treatment and intravenal sustenance. Mom started crying again and dad argued with the doctor, saying that I couldn’t have anorexia, I wasn’t skinny.
A few days later, I was back home. I looked in the mirror, looked at my big body and couldn’t wrap it around my brain. How can I have anorexia? It’s impossible! Anorexic people are thin, slim, nothing like me, a fat ball. I hated myself even more than before. My parents insisted on home schooling and I got even more weight with all the meds. Sounds depressing, right? Don’t worry. My life has turned for the better, but not in the way you think. I am one of the most popular girls in college now. I’m a star football player now. When I got back to being healthy, I went to the gym, to get back in shape. I got into it fast and decided to do professional sports. No, I didn’t lose weight, probably, never will. But therapy helped me realize that my life is more important than my clothes size. Especially when I have a hobby and other things to live for. Please do not make my mistakes. You can get yourself killed, trying to make things better. Please subscribe and hit the bell button to know when we release our next video! And like this story if you want Youtube to show it to more people. Have a great day!